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Padilla Bay Nature Preserve
While this would be a unique, and soft place to hop-and-plop, it is alas upon a wide expance of mud flat, and upon a popular nature trail at that.
While this would be a unique, and soft place to hop-and-plop, it is alas upon a wide expance of mud flat, and upon a popular nature trail at that.
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I'm a little bit leery of night mudding, while I'm not exactly defenseless, I'd rather not risk getting caught with my pants down all the same. But lurking about in the dark, I'm just kinda spooked about it. I have done it before, but I wound up getting in way too deep, and had difficulty doing much of anything. I got out ok, but I did so learning a few things about it. No night mudding for me. Had I done during the daytime I would have avoided several mistakes that I readily made at night.
Going at night *sounds* like a good idea, but keep in mind, critters come out at night. Pinchy critters. And some of them might not be small, either.
I've also run into two other problems with salt water marsh mud?
1. Oyster shells. Nature's razor blades. They've nailed me *twice*, both times, right down to the bone, once on my big toe, and the other on my index finger. I've also been given a pretty nasty scratch by the large marsh mussels, too.
2. Chemical burns. I honestly have no other way to describe what I saw. Once was in San Diego, out at the Torrey Pines marsh. I'd been playing in the mud for an hour or two, and when I came out, I had red blotches all over my legs. They went away in a few hours, and I didn't think anything of it. The second time was at the Kiptopeake State Park wetlands in Maryland.
This time, I wasn't so lucky. My legs started turning red, so I made a beeline for the ER. The doctor saw my legs and immediately thanked me for coming in as early as I did. Most people he saw with legs like me end up with amputation to save their lives because they waited far too long. They swelled up, turned a rosy red...and that's all.
Bacterial cultures were zero, body temp was a healthy 98.5, pulse normal, WBC normal, nothing to indicate any kind of bacterial infection. I spent two days in the hospital being pumped chock-a-block full of some pretty nasty antibiotics meant to attack anaerobic bacteria, just to be safe. It seemed to come in waves, then on the third day, *poof*. Gone.
They did three cultures, the last two were broad-spectrum, looking for *anything* alive that wasn't supposed to be there, and zip.
It didn't occur to me until much later, that I should have asked them to check for hydrogen sulfide. I now know it can combine with alkalies on the skin to produce a caustic agent that causes burns.
So yeah. I'm a lot more careful around salt water marshes these days. And having poor circulation with compartment syndrome in my legs means I have to be doubly careful.
I've also run into two other problems with salt water marsh mud?
1. Oyster shells. Nature's razor blades. They've nailed me *twice*, both times, right down to the bone, once on my big toe, and the other on my index finger. I've also been given a pretty nasty scratch by the large marsh mussels, too.
2. Chemical burns. I honestly have no other way to describe what I saw. Once was in San Diego, out at the Torrey Pines marsh. I'd been playing in the mud for an hour or two, and when I came out, I had red blotches all over my legs. They went away in a few hours, and I didn't think anything of it. The second time was at the Kiptopeake State Park wetlands in Maryland.
This time, I wasn't so lucky. My legs started turning red, so I made a beeline for the ER. The doctor saw my legs and immediately thanked me for coming in as early as I did. Most people he saw with legs like me end up with amputation to save their lives because they waited far too long. They swelled up, turned a rosy red...and that's all.
Bacterial cultures were zero, body temp was a healthy 98.5, pulse normal, WBC normal, nothing to indicate any kind of bacterial infection. I spent two days in the hospital being pumped chock-a-block full of some pretty nasty antibiotics meant to attack anaerobic bacteria, just to be safe. It seemed to come in waves, then on the third day, *poof*. Gone.
They did three cultures, the last two were broad-spectrum, looking for *anything* alive that wasn't supposed to be there, and zip.
It didn't occur to me until much later, that I should have asked them to check for hydrogen sulfide. I now know it can combine with alkalies on the skin to produce a caustic agent that causes burns.
So yeah. I'm a lot more careful around salt water marshes these days. And having poor circulation with compartment syndrome in my legs means I have to be doubly careful.
I went at night once at this clay pit that used to be in opperation, I went with a friend (the friend for whom I based Sara after) and we both got ourselves into more trouble than it was worth, The night started off fun and very muddy, but ended up a challenging escape.
When we first came in we came down an embankment that felt fairly solid. It was on the way down a little bit soft but it held our weights eaisly without yeilding to either of us. We enjoyed our selves mudding and swimming in the clay pools, eventually found our way to the wash pond and washed off ourselves and our swimsuits which we kept on (we had carried a towel each with us as skirts) and headed for the embankment. About half way up it licuified beneath us and we sank in readily. We both got seriously muddy, and had to slide back down to the bottom, we had to try and try and try to get up. We seriousily looked as bad off as when we had gone swimming in the mud. The big problem was that our clothing, car keys whatnot, was in our back-packs up at the top of the embankment, as was the only way to get out of the clay pit area. After several attempts , I got myself stuck in pretty deep (up to my armpits) in an area that was effectively bottomless, I lost my bikini brief to the mud, she lost her bikini top some where along the line, don't remember where really. but there was one swimsuit between two girls. Not cool! We ended up using our towels each in order to get out, and up the embankment to saftey.. Our towels were mud soaked and useless, and we opted not to ruin our clothing and just walk back to the car in our current state. I covered up with a muddy towel, 'sara' likewize but we got back to our car, and washed off sorta using a thermos of warm water. (luckily we were out in the boonies with nobody around) cause walking back to the car effeicively half naked each, was seriously akward. After the impromptu wash down, we got dressed and headed for home with an adventure under our belts, and a big lesson learned.
No night mudding for this bobcattie, nope nope nope!
When we first came in we came down an embankment that felt fairly solid. It was on the way down a little bit soft but it held our weights eaisly without yeilding to either of us. We enjoyed our selves mudding and swimming in the clay pools, eventually found our way to the wash pond and washed off ourselves and our swimsuits which we kept on (we had carried a towel each with us as skirts) and headed for the embankment. About half way up it licuified beneath us and we sank in readily. We both got seriously muddy, and had to slide back down to the bottom, we had to try and try and try to get up. We seriousily looked as bad off as when we had gone swimming in the mud. The big problem was that our clothing, car keys whatnot, was in our back-packs up at the top of the embankment, as was the only way to get out of the clay pit area. After several attempts , I got myself stuck in pretty deep (up to my armpits) in an area that was effectively bottomless, I lost my bikini brief to the mud, she lost her bikini top some where along the line, don't remember where really. but there was one swimsuit between two girls. Not cool! We ended up using our towels each in order to get out, and up the embankment to saftey.. Our towels were mud soaked and useless, and we opted not to ruin our clothing and just walk back to the car in our current state. I covered up with a muddy towel, 'sara' likewize but we got back to our car, and washed off sorta using a thermos of warm water. (luckily we were out in the boonies with nobody around) cause walking back to the car effeicively half naked each, was seriously akward. After the impromptu wash down, we got dressed and headed for home with an adventure under our belts, and a big lesson learned.
No night mudding for this bobcattie, nope nope nope!
I've been mudding at night, but it was in an area that wasn't likely to have critters. That, and the sides of the pit were much firmer than what you encountered. I *do* intend to go back at some point, even though it's going to be a lot more difficult, now that all my old entrances are closed off due to houses being built.
That was no big deal untill we could recover our street clothing, I mean it was at night, and only me and a friend, nothing we hadn't seen before seriously. Loosing the panty side of my suite meant some akward mudding there on out with getting up the embankment, but I was none the worse for wear, certainly a bit akward but it worked out in the end.
Yeah, that is unfortunate that there are so many people. They would definitely look at you funny if they saw you in there (especially once they heard you did it on purpose).
And every time I see a muddy photo I think of how much fun it would be to get muddy in fursuit (I will someday!), so I couldn't help thinking...
Imagine how they'd react to a fursuiter in there!
And every time I see a muddy photo I think of how much fun it would be to get muddy in fursuit (I will someday!), so I couldn't help thinking...
Imagine how they'd react to a fursuiter in there!
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