Well, I'm still figuring how to be a WAM blogger, I've written my first encounter with WAM and a fantasy involving a girl who I dated time ago, but I guess it's time to tell you my first mud bath, I was 17 years old, In these years I was a fan of mountain bike and I used to go ride very often in parks and mountains near to the city, I was no saturated with homework as I were on the university so It was easy to me to take my bike, ask for a cab and go to some mountain, in this story I did so, I took my bike at 7am in the morning and I got to a mountain near to the city, that week I was stressed with all my school duties and I decided that taking my bike for a mountain ride would be a good idea, I was alone unfortunately (Or fortunately) none of my bike friends were able to go with me, I was so urged with going to the forest that I didn't cared to be alone, It was also a day with low people, when I get to the mountain I saw the map and make the route, I was going to take a 200m ascending ride to reach an specific point of the mountain, a 1km flat road right in the center of the mountain (curious data: a former president of my country build that road for mountain bike because he was also a biker... would he have had a mud bath there too??), and after that a 100m downhill that leads to a lake and a little waterfall, a perfect place to rest before taking the next 100m downhill to the place where I started, It was a hot day, and I was wearing sneakers, a sport pants and a sports t-shirt along with my helmet, glasses and my backpack, right after I started the road, the forest keeper told that I was almost the only one on the route, there was a family of 4 riding the flat area, but he was sure that I was going to have a lonely road because the family arrived 3 hours first than me, so they would probably be now riding back or something, I started the road and of course it was hard, When i get the flat area I realized on something, the full area was muddy, the day before rained and I'm pretty sure that the river was overflowed, I still don't know why there was a lot of mud, I was riding for almost 20 minutes when I saw something, near to the end of the flat route there was a HUGE mud puddle, I was able to tell that it was deep, around 10cm of liquid smooth mud, I stoped my bike there and I saw it for some minutes thinking "should I?... I want but...", the sun was shinning and the weather was hot, I knew that mud would be cold, after some thoughts an idea came to my mind and it was all that I needed to hear then "It is now, or never", I left my bike along with my helmet, glasses and backpack over a rock, and I walked to the mud, My heart was racing when I got my hands in, I was right, mud was so smooth and fresh, I made my mind and as it were a leap of faith I closed my eyes at the same time that got my feet into the mud, I opened them and I realized that i was stepping in the mud, my sneakers were fully covered, I was unable to see them actually, I looked back and then with my heart beating at full speed I kneeled down in the mud, the feeling was so amazing, I was taking a mud bath, my first mud bath; I took a breath and I layed down, there was no turning back, my legs and back were full of mud, there was no lie that I could tell if come and ask me why I was laying in the mud, I rolled and laughed, I could only listen to the sounds of forest and the sound of mud squelching and splashing with my moves, I was rolling and I was covered in mud now, I was so happy, I stepped up an I got out of the mud just to see myself, I was fully covered, My feet, my clothes, my arms, all of me was covered in mud, I smiled and I decided to go for it, I jumped again int he mud face first, I rolled and played, I was so happy, it was the best weekend ever, I smiled, and I laughed, even I screamed "I AM TAKING A MUD BATH!", I relaxed and played in the mud for almost 45 minutes, I lost all awareness of time, but my watch made me realized about that, the alarm sound took me off from my muddy pleasure, It was almost 2:00pm, I was playing in the mud for many time, I had to say good bye to the mud puddle, no without a last jump, a last roll and a last laugh, I took my bike and I made my way to the lake, I was fully covered in mud and I couldn't be more happier, and as the berry of a cake, when I got in the lake I got into it, a fully clothed natural bath to clean myself and to enjoy of the hot weather, after some minutes I took my bike again and I got back to my home, nobody in my house would never know that just a few hours ago i was laughing and jumping in mud, it was my secret, only me, ant the mountain know that I was having a mud bath.

and if you ask... no I don't have pictures, as I was alone I decided to not take the risk of carry my camera in the backpack. I dream of going back there, maybe with someone and if I'm enough luck I might find that mud again