I was backing up my computer today and rediscovered multiple stories of mudding adventures in Wyoming I wrote over the past 12 years that I had forgotten about. When I do road trips on my own I usually pack some gear in case of an opportunity to have some muddy fun.

My almost yearly trips to Yellowstone and Grand Teton Parks have provided some great adventures on the drives home when I did not have a friend along. In fact I found several places that were well worth deviating from my planned route to visit a second or third time.

This is the story of the first of those adventures, which happened in September, 2011:

I just got home from a 12 day trip to Wyoming, Montana and Idaho, including 8 days in Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks. I went solo this time so I took my mudding gear with me. On my second night of camping - just south of Yellowstone on Grassy Lake Road - I went exploring down a dirt road. I found an area that seemed to have what looked like a peat bog. There was little traffic on the road and I could hear if any vehicles were coming from some distance so I decided to have some fun.

I dropped the tailgate on the truck and put on my tight Levis 501s worn commando, t-shirt, Levis jacket, black 16" RedWing lineman boots and leather baseball cap. The legs of the Levis were tucked into my boots and I was feeling really cocky. I wandered out towards the area that looked wet. The ground was covered in grass near the road and when I got to the open area it seemed firm but springy. Then I took one more step and sank into the peat up to my knees. It was a combination of brown mud and organic material with no odor and quite smooth.

A few more steps and I was in it up to mid-thigh. I decided to go for it and did a belly flop into the peat. It was quite warm from the sun and it felt good to get totally covered. I enjoyed some army crawling around in the slop and scooped some of that nice goo inside my 501s. The sun was bright and when I stood up it was gleaming on my mud covered gear. That got me really horny so I had to do a major crotch grind into the slop to blow a load into my Levis. Damn that felt good. Then I rolled over crossed my legs and ran my hands over each of my mud-encased boots. Yeah, they looked good!

I found some open water to clean up in but heard a vehicle on the road so I ducked down below the grass to hide. They passed and I got most of the thick mud off my gear. After placing a large plastic sheet over the driver's seat I hopped into the truck and headed down the road.

I found another creek with muddy banks so soon I was stomping around in the mud again, pulling loose dirt down the bank into the creek to make more mud. That got the juices flowing again so I humped the muddy bank and blew another load into my 501s. The water in this creek was really cold so I hopped back into the truck fairly muddy.

On the way back I found a place by the river to plunge in and really clean up the mud inside my Levis. I sat on a log, took off my boots and drained the water out of them. After changing into dry clothes I headed back to camp.
I left the wet clothes and boots out on the picnic table overnight to dry. Imagine my surprise the next morning to discover that it had gotten down to 28 degrees. I found all of my gear frozen! I just put it in the back of the truck when I broke camp.

When I got back to civilization I found a laundromat at the big campground at Flagg Ranch and threw my frozen clothes into the washers. I didn't have any laundry detergent so I used a bit of dish washing liquid which is never a good idea. Soon the washers were blowing major waves of soap bubbles out of the lids. Fortunately no one else came by and after a round in the dryers I was soon on my way with semi-clean mudding gear.

At that point I decided to take the long way home to Denver. Much of the trip south towards I-80 was through beautiful but dry or rocky country. I decided to gear up for some adventures anyway, finding a side dirt road with some privacy to do my tailgate clothing change. I put on the same gear that I had on at the beginning of the trip home and I did find a few places to get my boots a bit muddy but nothing special.

As I headed east from Kemmerer I kept an eye out for back roads with some potential for mudding. Once I got on I-80 I turned down one exit road that led to a mine and found a normally dry wash that had seen a lot of water in a recent rain storm.

There were pockets of clay mud on the surface in spots, deeper mud in spots and quicksand in several places that was at least thigh deep. I enjoyed several running flops on the clay mud layer sliding a good 10 feet on my belly once I hit the mud. I messed around in the quicksand for a while, enjoying seeing the quivering of the clay and sand as I sank in up to my crotch. I used one of the areas with open water to clean up and got in the truck to look for something better.

A few miles down the road I saw a nice creek but as I was scrambling down the bank my cap got brushed off by a branch and fell into the creek. Since it was a favorite cap I had to dive into the fairly cold creek water to catch it before it floated downstream beyond reach. Since it was now getting dark I decided to wrap up my adventures and dry out my gear while driving.

I ended up at a motel in Green River that night and after showering in my clothes I hung them up to dry overnight with the heat and bathroom fans running full blast to help dry the gear.

The next morning after breakfast a the local diner I put the same gear back on (I really liked the feel of the stiff 501s and Levis jacket on my skin) but put on a pair of brown 17" Chippewa logger boots with Vibram soles since my RedWings were still very wet.

I explored around Green River a bit but the one area that looked promising was a bust so I set out east on I-80 for more adventures. Within a few miles I found an area that looked like it had potential. There was construction around a bridge and it had rained very recently. But the nearest exit was quite a distance away.

Once I got off the highway my first stop was at a new culvert under the road. There was standing water in the culvert and the fresh dirt on each side of the road looked ideal for mud. A quick step into the dry dirt alongside the culvert and I sank into mud over my boots and up to my knees but since there was occasional traffic on the road I didn't get more involved there.

Then as I went over the bridge under construction I saw another dry wash with standing water in places that looked like it might be perfect. I parked and started hiking up the wash. There was ankle deep mud in a few places but after I got around a bend I hit a spot with 12-18" of creamy thick clay mud in several colors.

I ended up spending over an hour playing there, completely filling the inside of my 501s, t-shirt and Levis jacket with mud and then rolling around to get totally covered. I put several handfuls of mud over my baseball cap. It was fun to wallow and not be afraid of being seen. Once again I rolled on my back and ran my hands over the thick clay mud on my boots. I stood up, feeling the weight of the mud pulling at my jacket and making even my tight 501s sag a bit.

Needless to say I indulged in a long session of playing around with my dick inside my mud-filled 501s. I love the way my body feels when it slimes around inside my denim gear. Eventually I couldn't hold it any longer and got into some serious humping in the mud. I felt the denim inside my Levis jacket rubbing against my nipples as I writhed around in the mud. Fuck, what an amazingly intense orgasm that was!

I just laid there in the mud for several minutes feeling the endorphins blanket my brain. Then I rolled over on my back and enjoyed laying there in the bright warm sun for a while longer. I finally I got up and walked farther down the wash, totally covered in about 35 pounds of thick creamy mud. Eventually I came to a pocket of water about 3 feet deep and cleaned up.

I got into the truck and headed back to I-80. On the way back to the highway I had to stop at another new culvert installation that was calling my name (I was way too clean at that point) and got muddy up to my knees again.
Another few miles down I-80 I was stunned to see what looked like piles of mud alongside a new gas pipeline. The next exit was 2 miles down the road so I had to backtrack over dirt roads to get to the construction site. Since it was Sunday there was absolutely no one around the work site.

It turned out that the piles of mud were totally dried up but then I looked down into the hole where the pipeline came out from the ground. They had used directional drilling to get the pipe under the highway and down in the hole was a pool of what appeared to be liquid drilling mud.

I went down into the hole and found some great creamy mud. It had dried a bit and after working it around with my boots for a while I soon found myself stuck. Up to that point I had only gotten muddy up to my crotch but after struggling for 15 minutes to pull my booted legs out of the mud I realized I was going to have to dig.

Since no one could see me from the highway when I was down in the hole, I just started having fun getting totally covered while digging out my legs. Finally after another 15 minutes first one leg and then finally the other came loose. Exhausted from the struggle, I crawled up into the dirt pile next to the pipeline.

I soon had the creamy mud on my body covered with the soft dry light-colored dirt. I decided to drive for a while covered in mud and dirt. Once again I put down my big double plastic cover over the seat and headed down the highway again. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and had to pull off to get a picture of myself (since I don't take my good camera out mudding).

My next stop was an unexpected one at a site where they had finished drilling a gas well. There was a pit of drilling mud next to the site. The mud was just starting to dry out on the surface. I sat on the edge of the pit to see what the mud smelled like. Since it was a gas well it did not have the crude oil odor that my previous drilling mud pit adventure had so I sat on the edge of the pit and stuck my booted legs into the mud.

I have no idea how deep it was and since the sides of the pit were fairly steep I just got that slick mud on my lineman boots and Levis up to my knees. There were some trucks driving on a nearby dirt road so I decided not to get in any deeper, not knowing what to expect. I got back into the truck with the fresh creamy mud on my legs.
My final stop was near a small river where I jumped in to get cleaned up for the final time. The water was quite cool so I didn't go for a swim. I kept the heater going full blast so by the time I got to Cheyenne to get gas I was fairly dry.