Sliding on my chest at the gooey creek.

Mudslides here are so exciting--they're often the first thing I do having arrived. There's a wonderful sense of the unknown, sometimes you accelerate quickly, other times it's more gradual. Usually, the mud splatters in my face as I'm sliding along. The slightest changes in the surface can make the body change direction wildly--you're absolutely not in control and can't predict where you end up. Then, having arrived at the bottom, stationary, breathless with the descent having air pushed from your chest, you have to make your way back up. Right yourself, and stick a leg down... How deep will the mud be? This is the very opposite of starting at the edge and going in gradually. Feeling your foot sink further and further in, feeling the mud giving way beneath you. Firstly a knee disappears, then the mudis squidging between your thighs... Feet still going down. Stretching out with the hands and clawing at the surface to try haul yourself along, the mud slurps greedily, loudly, unashamedly trying to claim itself a victim for it's own heaving, sucking, disgraceful depths.