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Darcie Chapter 13--Darcie's Drive to Mudfest
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Posted 5/5/18     105 views
Darcie's Drive to Mud Fest

Hi! It's me again! When I left you, we were getting ready to leave for Louisiana Mud Fest and Jim and I were going to get to take our new/old Blazer that held so many memories for me. We were going as a big group, but we couldn't all fit and our schedules didn't match up. Robert and Debbie were driving over together. So were Brad, Danielle, their kids, Ashley and Jacob and Sammy. You remember Sammy or Samantha my sister-in-law and how we finally managed to get her out of her shell to act as crazy as the rest of us. Beth and I wanted to take our kids over early on Friday and get our campsite set up. Jim and Steven both had to work that day. Beth and I loaded up our tents, cooking gear, a few clothes and Paula, Carly and Bailey, along with Ian, Beth's son and took off early Friday morning. There was just enough room in the back for Paula to sit on a cushion. Yeah, I know she should have been in a seatbelt, but those old Blazers, big as they were, only seated five. Anyway, Jim and Steven were going to head down Friday evening in Jim's Suburban and bring the ATV's on a trailer.

It took a lot of arm-twisting to get him to agree to drive his cowboy Cadillac. I had to promise that it wasn't going to get anywhere near the mud. Sure it had four-wheel-drive, but while the Blazer, Robert's old Jeep and Brad's truck had vinyl seats and rubber floors, Jim's car's interior was a little more plush.

We pulled onto Interstate 20 in a driving rain that followed us all the way to Louisiana. We stopped in Shreveport at a McDonald's. The rain had let up to a warm sprinkle that wasn't too irritating to be in for short periods. However the hard rain had left the street outside the McDonald's flooded with brown muddy water from some construction going on in a park across the street. I had parked the Blazer facing the street.

Before we got out to go in, Beth leaned over to me and said, Something looks strangely familiar about all this.

I laughed it off, but took a second look at the muddy flood. It brought back memories of some fun times.

We finished our lunch and came out of the McDonald's. The rain was getting a little harder, but nothing like the downpour we'd driven here in. I opened the back and all the three girls crawled in, the younger two climbing over the seatback. I unlocked the passenger side door so Beth could strap Ian into his car seat behind the passenger seat. I really don't know why I waited until Beth had gotten in to make my way around to the driver's side, but it was my undoing. Let me pause and describe how I was dressed. I was wearing a bright red French-cut t-shirt with a plunging neck. It didn't show cleavage, but it did show plenty of what was above it. The bottom was cropped and it showed off my belly-button and that little souvenir from Cancun on my back, but where we were headed, girls without a tramp stamp would be in the minority. I also wore my favorite tight jeans. They fit like a glove, so they were also Jim's favorite. The left knee was worn through and they were faded to the perfect shade of blue. I was bare-legged in a pair of canvas deck shoes with laces. I really wasn't planning to go mudding in these clothes when we got there, but it was an outfit that if I accidentally ended up getting muddy, I wouldn't be upset about. And you all know how accident prone I can be when I get around mud!

Anyway, like those times in college, a perfect storm was brewing. Beth swears that she didn't purposely set me up, but she also swore revenge for getting her covered in cake at my wedding. But what are BFF's for if not fodder for pranks? The McDonald's was on a one-way street so as I walked around the front of the Blazer, any traffic was behind me.

When I was directly in front of the truck, and the huge puddle, Beth tapped on the windshield causing me to stop and look at her.

Look over there! she shouted, pointing to her right.

I turned and faced directly into the spray from a redneck's four-by-four pickup as it spread the muddy puddle in front of the Blazer, splattering me with mud and road grit oh and soaking me to the skin in the front. Most people would have been pissed as hell for that, but it's no secret: I love getting nailed like this. I couldn't get splattered enough in college by Robert and Jared and the very truck we were driving. If it's been raining, there are puddles along the side of the road and it's not too chilly out, then bring it on! Splash me all you want. Let me know if you want to turn around and go back up the street and hammer me again so I can wait on you!

I turned to face the Blazer with my eyes still clenched shut and that suppressing a giggle look. I could hear them laughing at me through the closed windows. It was hard to keep from joining them, but to let Beth milk her prank for all it was worth, I had to at least look pissed. I slowly wiped my eyes and mouth, and opened my eyes to look at them with a comical scowl and my hands on my hips. I heard the distinct sound of a semi's diesel engine and saw Carly pointing up the street, laughing with her hand over her mouth. I braced myself for the inevitable.

The truck driver spread the puddle again with his cab. The wall of mud, grit and water splattered me in the back, but I just stood there holding my comical scowl on them. I felt the water soak through my shirt and jeans in the back to soak my panties and bra, just as the redneck's splash had done in the front. My ponytail sagged while it dripped muddy water and I could feel the road grit landing in my hair. I was now totally destroyed. They were either going to get out of the Blazer and join me or sit there for a while and watch me enjoy myself.

The one thing I didn't think about was the trailer. I turned to wave to the trucker. Apparently the puddle had just enough time to refill before the wheels of the trailer followed the cab through the water and nailed me in the face once more. I couldn't help doubling over laughing this time. The driver laid on his horn as he pulled away. I waved and blew him a kiss to show him no hard feelings.

A light tap on the horn from up the street got my attention. An older Ford Crown Vic with a teenage boy driving and grinning from ear to ear was hugging the curb approaching me. I bet he couldn't believe his luck. He was probably out looking for people to splash and here was a lady begging to be splashed. I smiled, closed my eyes, threw my arms out wide and shoved my chest out to assume the universal Let me have it! pose, and he did! I was treated to another bath of muddy water and road grit. Before I could wipe my eyes, I heard another car's engine gunning. I held my pose and was rewarded with another layer of mud and road grit. I was in full clown mode now and nothing was going to stop me from sharing the fun with everyone.

Beth looked like she was hurting herself she was laughing so hard. On cue the rain started to fall hard again. It was my favorite kind to be out in running around like a fool, just a warm, steady downpour. I walked back around to the passenger side door. Beth rolled the window down.

My, but don't you look stunning? she mocked.

You did that on purpose, I teased back.

Batting her eyes and trying to mock innocence she replied, I did not! I was trying to warn you! She covered her mouth to hide her laughter at my expense.

Well everybody out! I commanded. I'm not going to be the only one driving the rest of the way like this!

I could feel the pouring rain rinsing the road grit from my bare skin where my shirt's neck plunged. I was muddy and soaked through with no reason to want to hurry on at this point.

I reached for the door handle but Beth locked it. However she forgot the window was down and all I had to do was reach in and unlock it. I yanked the door open and went for her seatbelt. She screamed and laughed, knowing all along that she was going to end up out there herself. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans in a similar faded blue as mine but without the hole in the knee. She had on a red and white finely-checked bodice top except that it was the kind with shoulder straps and it was made out of a poplin material. It was also cropped at the bottom and showed off her toned belly. She wore a pair of flip-flops on her feet. Like me, she'd dressed not to get muddy, but in nothing that mattered if she did.

Ah! Leave me alone! she screamed through her laughter as I pried her out of the seat and out into the rain with me.

Get her! Get her! all of the kids had begun to chant.

I tossed my purse between the front seats. It was already soaking wet, but it was a cheap canvas purse I'd bought for this trip that I wouldn't care if it got ruined. I hadn't intended to carry a purse on mud runs, but I'd protected my wallet and cell phone in waterproof pouches. I knew I'd be sorry if I didn't.

I dragged her around to the front of the Blazer and stuck her out between me and the big puddle. Splash her! I shouted to passing cars. Luckily it seemed that quite a few people headed to Mud Fest had decided to detour through Shreveport for lunch or whatever, judging by the number of big tired trucks that were on this street. It didn't take long for one of them to swerve into the puddle against the curb and spread it, drenching Beth and me with a huge wall of water.

Ohhhh Beth groaned as the four kids cheered my triumph.

She was only soaked in the front. Fine! she said waving her arms. She turned her back to the street and as she wiggled her ass at traffic she added, Somebody may as well even me out!

She didn't quite finish the world out however before a box truck split the puddle and hit us with one of those Six Flags boat ride walls of water.

I surveyed the damage done to both of us. My t-shirt displayed every line of my bra underneath. However Beth had chosen to wear a black bra and its silhouette showed through the thin checked fabric of her top.

She looked down at herself. Oh well. Can't do anything about that now, she said just before another semi splattered us with muddy water and road grit.

Beth and I walked around to the open passenger door where the four kids were still laughing.

Mommy's funny! Ian said.

Who else wants to have some fun out here? Beth asked the four still dry kids.

Is it safe? Paula asked. We've never done that before.

You mean to tell me as big a fish as your dad is he never let you get splashed by cars after it rained? I asked. All three girls shook their heads.

It almost always lightninged when it rained in the summer back home, Paula said. We never played in the rain much until we came here.

What about you? I asked Ian with a smile.

He shook his head.

What? I feigned shock and reeled back, getting deluged by what was again a pouring rain. Why your mother used to love getting splashed over and over by this very truck years ago! The rain was hitting both of us in huge drops now. It felt like I was standing in a shower.

No, Beth corrected with a finger in my face and water running down her arm to fall off her elbow, YOU used to love getting splashed over and over by this truck as I remember it. I was just unlucky enough to always be next to you when it happened.

Whatever, I said. It's pouring rain now and there are plenty of drivers who would just love to get us good and muddy with that puddle over there. Who's with me?

Yay! they all cried. Beth unbuckled Ian and I let the rest of them out of the back again and we all ran for the sidewalk in front of the Blazer. It took less than ten seconds of shouting SPLASH US! and waving our arms before the first car spread the puddle and covered all six of us in a layer of water, mud and grit. If all of this sounds familiar, remember who you're dealing with. Getting splattered with muddy water with the girls, I felt just like I did swimming in the pond with them wearing the tattered, muddy remains of my wedding gown. I was Mom now to them of course, but in times like these, I was the crazy big sister. However had their dad been here with us, I'm sure he would have not been on the sidelines either.

We kept shouting, SPLASH US! to every car that went by in the lane next to the curb. Nearly every car spread the puddle and nailed us in yet another layer of mud and grit. We'd jump, clap and wave to every car that got us. You could tell by their expressions which drivers were going to let us have it and I always tingled with anticipation when one of them got a wicked look on his or her face. One guy went around the block several times to splatter us over and over. We cheered, clapped and blew him kisses every time.

We stood there in the driving rain getting nailed again and again for at least fifteen minutes before a police officer ran us off. We piled back into the Blazer laughing and dripping water and mud. The interior of the Blazer was going to get a lot muddier than this over the weekend anyway.

Too bad this had to end, Beth said. I haven't had this much fun acting like an idiot since your wedding.

I was busy looking at the park across the street and what looked like a huge puddle in a soccer field. The police said we can't play out by the street, but they didn't say anything about playing in the park, I remarked. I pointed to the soccer field and Beth's face lit up. She knew exactly where my mind was going.

Too bad we don't have a volleyball net, she quipped.

I drove out of the McDonald's and turned into the park. Surprisingly, there was a group of kids and teenagers playing in the pouring rain in the playground. I was glad to see that we weren't going to be the only crazy ones here. I noticed that the park had a good size pond, about as big as the one at home, with a bridge over the center of it. Signs were posted around the bank. I couldn't read them at this distance, but I couldn't imagine them saying anything other than No Swimming.

I parked and as soon as everyone piled out, we all ran for the soccer field. It was even better than I thought. As I got closer, I could see that they must have played on wet ground a lot because the grass was all torn out in and around the giant puddle, exposing a soupy brown layer of rich mud. I started to get excited. Of course the mud in the construction site would have been fun too, but it was roped off and most likely dangerous.

Carly and Paula dove first. I dropped to my stomach next with a huge muddy splash that temporarily blinded me with mud and slid through the glop. When I stopped, I was nearly submerged in soupy water. I stood up, faced everyone and fell back into the mud, letting my hair sink deep and get thoroughly muddied. The soupy water was cool, but not cold and it was a heavenly feeling lying there half-submerged in it with the rain steadily falling on me.

I sat up and cleared my eyes and saw Beth pulling little Ian by his arms through the puddle on his stomach. I looked down at myself sitting in the puddle. My t-shirt and jeans were totally covered.

The girls were thoroughly covered themselves. They relieved Beth playing with Ian so she could slide with me a few times. We took off on a run and dove, grinding more mud deep into our clothes. The hole in my jeans' knee got a little bigger each time I splattered into the mud and drug my legs behind me. My shirt, my underwear, everything was ruined by this point, but I've always believed that making memories like these were more important than clothes. I have to admit: It got me a little bothered when the mud forced itself into my bra and panties and rubbed against my skin when I walked or when I was running for another dive in the mud. When I was down in the mud and no one was looking, I'd pull my jeans and panties away from me a little and scoop a handful inside.

The kids from the playground came running over and with a holler dove into the mud for a slide, slinging brown glop in all directions and purposely splashing Beth and me as we sat in the soup after our latest dive.

Gotcha! one of them shouted.

Really? I shot back, getting to my feet and putting my fists on my hips. I was brown from the top of my head to my shoes, and I knew that I had to look absolutely ridiculous standing there dripping muddy water scolding them. Well we'll show you!

There is a reason Beth and I are best friends. Once we get wound up with silliness like this, I never have to tell her my plans. She stood up next to me and we ran toward the kids. They didn't give up ground which was just what I was hoping for. When we got close enough, we both dropped into the soupy mud that our sliding had hollowed out in a belly-flop and face-planted ourselves into the twelve-inch deep puddle. We splattered the group of kids who squealed with laughter both at getting splashed and Beth and me burying ourselves in soupy mud.

We laughed back at them once we pulled our faces out of the mud and then we got up and took off to slide again and then headed in the direction where our kids were playing. Ian and Bailey had found some sand buckets and shovels that we'd brought along for them to play in the mud at Mud Fest and were using them to scoop buckets full of the soupy mud onto Paula and Carly's heads who were submissively sitting in the puddle to let them.

Ian and Bailey opened a hair salon, Paula explained. Want to try out their new hair care products?

We'd love too! Beth replied and pulled me over to where I plopped down into the puddle in front of Bailey. She proceeded to dump a sand bucket full of mud over my head and smear it all around. Ian did the same to Beth.

I think they need lots and lots more of that styling mousse, Carly quipped. She plopped down in the mud next to Bailey and Paula took up a spot next to Ian and assisted in scooping glob after glob of mud into our hair and then shoving it down the backs of our tops.

Will this make me look beautiful? I asked, flipping my mud-laden ponytail around and sticking out my chest.

You just wait! Paula replied and smashed a gob of the gooey mud in my face. I knew how to play the victim and sat there in total submission to their messy onslaught as Bailey and Carly piled more and more mud on the top of my head and let it drool down over my face and over my totally trashed clothes. I just wish Jim had been here to help them. Oh well. He was going to get plenty of chances to trash me in the mud over the next few days!

Ian does my hair like this all the time, Beth said as he and Paula shampooed her hair with the globs of mud. Carly freed my hair from the ponytail and washed mine the same way.

I had to laugh at the thought of Beth letting Ian wreck her hair with buckets of mud all the time but I knew she often got right down and played with him in the mud. She'd said so. As I felt my gritty shampoo get smeared deeper and deeper into my hair, I replied, Well you're just going to have to bring him over so he can open another shop near our house. We've got that big bog just full of your favorite shampoo and conditioner.

Carly shoveled a scoop of mud down the back of my shirt and smashed it through the fabric. Don't forget to give my skin in the front some of that lotion too, I joked and pulled the front of my shirt open. Bailey took her shovel and scooped several piles of glop down my front and I smoothed it through my shirt. Beth let Ian to the same to her.

Bailey and Carly each scooped up another shovel full and flipped it into Beth's and my faces.

I guess you both needed more facial lotion, Paula said giggling with the rest of the kids.

Clearing the mud from my eyes, I saw the gang of kids running toward the pond.

Ya'll want to go swimming? one of them stopped and yelled over to us.

Can we? I asked back.

Sure! he called back. We're gonna jump off the bridge!

Let's go! Beth said and we all headed for the pond. By now, mud was layers thick inside everything I was wearing, including my bra and panties and I could not help but get turned on as it slithered its way around you know where as I walked across the field. I began to wonder how I was going to be able to stand myself at Mud Fest when I would be walking around like this all day every day!

A group of kids was standing next to the bridge. I figured those little signs said, 'No Swimming', I stated.

They used to, a teenage girl whose shorts and tank top were as totally wrecked with mud as our clothes were replied, but so many people ignored them that they gave up and changed them to 'Swim at Your Own Risk'.

Our little group walked out to the center of the bridge and watched this bunch of kids climb over the handrail to jump and dive the six feet or so into the surface of the pond below.

Don't worry! a boy who looked to be about ten said as he clambered over the rail leading a girl about the same age. It's deep enough. They were as bedraggled and muddy as we were. He was shirtless in a pair of jeans and she wore a tank top and pair of denim skorts. Doing a three count they jumped together and splashed into the water below.

I was reminded of my own childhood for a second: Playing outside whether it was rain or shine, getting as muddy as we wanted or swimming in the pond in our play clothes and no one caring. I was glad kids still got to grow up like that.

What are we waiting for? I asked, looking at Beth. After relentless mud-sliding and a session in the chair at Ian and Bailey's beauty salon, we both looked like mud goddesses.

I'm ready when you are, Beth replied.

Wait, Paula interjected. Can Ian swim?

Just like a fish, Beth replied, but I want someone to be near him. Let me jump in once and then I'll play with him.

We climbed over the hand rail and stood on the outer edge of the bridge. I counted three and we leapt off the ledge into the air. I folded up into a canon ball and hit the water. It felt so good, just like the pond at home. Why did natural water always feel so much better than a chlorinated pool? I surfaced and treaded water with the huge raindrops splashing all around me and onto my head. Beth swam for the bank and I tried to keep up. Swimming in jeans wasn't the easiest thing for either of us, but she had an advantage. She'd long ago given up trying to keep her flip-flops on mud-sliding but I was still wearing my shoes. I kicked them off as soon as I was out of the water.

I took a second to admire myself. Even though my clothes were dingy with mud, my shirt still clung to me to give the world every detail of the bra underneath it and my jeans still managed a shiny blue. Even though I'd always swum with my clothes on, swimming in long blue jeans wasn't something I'd done much of until Jim told me he liked it. I'd gotten a lot of practice getting through the water in them since. Beth and I both giggled in spite of ourselves at the looks our wet jeans were getting from the older boys.

Beth took Ian from the girls and they all took a turn jumping from the bridge. Jumping in the water or getting muddy was nothing to them now, especially since we'd moved into the house. We'd spent every day either in the pond or fooling around in the creek or the bog since we'd gotten unpacked. Mom was often out there with us too and Jim always joined us when he got home. (Yes, I usually greeted him all wet with my assets bouncing around. Mom taught me well.) School started next week, so they would have to settle for swimming in the late afternoon. They're supposed to change into their play clothes before going out there, but I doubt I'll get too upset of they forget. Mom never got mad when we forgot.

Beth held Ian's hand and they went off the bridge together. Then she put him up on her shoulders and jumped in.

Can you do that with me? Bailey asked.

You're a bit big for my shoulders, sweetie, but I can probably take you piggy-back, I replied. I climbed over the rail and Paula helped Bailey onto my back.

Here we go! I shouted and jumped off the ledge. Bailey screamed all the way down, much like I did in Jim's arms that day at Turner Falls, but wanted to do it again as soon as we came up.

Beth started playing, Push Mommy in. She stood on the ledge facing the bridge. Carly held Ian up to her and he shoved her so she fell in backwards. You wouldn't push Mommy in again, would you? Beth would ask each time and Ian would get the same wicked grin on his face each time. I'd seen the same wicked grin on Jim's face before I got shoved in water, hosed down or pied. I'm sure Beth was as familiar with it on Steven's face too. The game looked like fun anyway and soon Paula and I were lined up next to Beth getting shoved off the bridge the same way. After several rounds, Carly wanted a turn and Beth took her place holding Ian up to shove us. Bailey was fine just watching at first, but we kept telling her she'd regret it if she didn't give it a try. Of course she gave in eventually and joined us to be shoved off the bridge several times.

Yeah, we ended up two hours behind schedule, but it was so much fun. Being totally unplanned, just like the wedding, made it even more fun. Unplanned messiness, when you just give yourself over to the situation, is the best kind. The only thing missing was someone recording it for You Tube. Just think, I could have been the star of another Dumbass Redneck or Dumbass Girl video!

We just piled in the Blazer sopping wet and dingy from mud for the rest of the trip. We didn't see any need to change since we were probably going to end up covered in mud again before the evening was over anyway once we got to Mud Fest. I'll save what happened there after Jim and Steven and the rest of our families and friends caught up with us for later. See you then!
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