Some people enjoy rain; others just get wet! That's a smile behind that raindrop. |
Since I couldn't really wash off in the puddle, I just fished my backpack out of the goo, put it on, and kept hiking, hoping I'd find a creek soon. In the hot sun the mud quickly dried and began flaking off, which seemed much easier to handle than washing in a creek. When we found a stream, I didn't bother trying to wash legs, hips, or arms; I just rinsed my hands.
About an hour later, we came upon three section-hikers: a woman, her grown daughter, and son-in-law, all eating lunch. We stopped to eat lunch with them and exchange views of th trail. They were sitting on a tarp, swathed in bug nets. We were squatting on the ground, oblivious to the flies and mosquitos orbiting our heads. Finally one of the women asked, "Don't the insects bother you?" "Not when they aren't biting," Jay replied. "I'm probably too dirty for them to get at," I joked, as I peeled more flakes of caked, black muck from my arm and legs.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.... And mud by any other definition is still just dirt that's been washed thoroughly. |
Sarah!
ReplyDeleteI was waiting to hear about a mud puddle or other bloody incident! Healthy bug dope..MUD! Interesting "Two other worlds" comment.