20/05/2009
Well, I thought this was the place to add a new dare to the list....Maybe? Maybe not....
I noticed that some of the dares include covering ones self in some sort of food, paint or foreign material. Whelps, here is my story and here is my dare! Do this or something similar in a more public place than I do. I am 1000 yards off the nearest road so my place is private, but I live close to San Fran and there a lot of places like this right along I-80 going into the city where this could be done in public in the right time!
Enjoy!
Broken Cherry, Ledgewood Creek Revisited!
Hi ALL!!
I haven’t been around for a while, I had taken a new job in a different town and didn’t have any mud or time to
be on the site. I spent a total of 10 weeks in China over the span of 8 months and got laid off. So much for
our new presidents platform of change!
Since I now have some spare time on my hands I decided to visit my fav sink site.
I was on my way home from raiding my 401k (again) and made a turn off of I-680 in Cordelia and
headed out towards Suisun towards my site. For those of you newbies I live in Vacaville, Ca. and
my fav sink site is in the Suisun Slough. Unfortunately it’s not a deep site, I’m 5’6” and I can
only sink standing to above my nipples. I have buried my self a few times but it’s been on my knees.
I have also sank in Connecticut and Mississippi. You can search the archives for my Connecticut sink,
(all of my posts start at with a title of Broken Cherry) I didn’t post anything about my Mississippi mud play
since I didn’t sink as much as rolled around in some really nice Mississippi mud!
Anyway, I turned off I-680 and drove through Cordelia towards Suisun. About 200 yards short of the
Ledgewood Creek bridge I was able to pull my car off Cordelia road far enough to be safe and not block any
gates. You see, the last time I sank at this site I had my car impounded by an over zealous county mounty
claiming I was blocking access to private property. BULL CRAP! At one of my sinking trips I had a county
worker tell me it was county land that was leased out to local cattle farmers. The gate I had parked in front
of was a gate that lead north along the creek and if you went to the railroad bridge you’d find one of the
biggest homeless camps in the county. They don’t care about vehicle access!
I locked my car and walked to the bridge and hoped over the barbed wire fence. It had been several
years since I had been out here so I wasn’t sure if my clean up bottles were even still at my entry
site so as I walked out the field I kept an eye out for creek debris. I was able to find a Prestone
bottle and a 32oz blue plastic cooler. Carrying my new found clean up bottles I continued towards the mud.
Of course I had to chase the cows out of my way. Over the years the fence that kept the cows in the field
and away from the creek has been cut into and now it may as well not be there. I also noticed on my way
out that the one natural drainage ditch must have filled in. I used to hop two and now I just had to hop one.
The cow path that followed the creek all the way to the slough had also grown over about half way out so I
had to wad through shin high grass.
I got to the slough and my mud laid out magnificently in front of me. I walked the bank looking for my
former entry point. I couldn’t find it! Things had grown over so much I didn’t recognize anything. I found
a place that would do for entry and laid down in the tulle and the clothes came off and in I went! I did my
normal routine of crawling out to the water and filled my clean up bottles. I was depressed to discover that
the Prestone bottle had a hole it about 2/3’s from the top so I lost all of that clean up water crawling back to
the bank. I hadn’t done this in a while and as I crawled to the bank the clean up bottles got more mud on
them as I would have wished. Oh well.
Clean up bottles on the bank I turned to the mud field and rolled around in the luscious muck. I hadn’t
had mud covering my body in quite some time and I was in seventh heaven! The delta sun was warm and the
breeze was light. I crawled around in the field looking for my former entry point from the bank and finally
found it. I then started crawling around looking for my former sink holes and I couldn’t find them! I didn’t
realize that the mud would compact itself back out over the course of a couple of years but it did! I had
worked a couple of those holes a lot when I was working in Fairfield but mother nature had closed her slits
and I had to work a new one!
Standing up in the mud and pointing my toes straight down I started pumping and worked my way in. This
just felt so good! I worked my legs and kept pulling globs of mud up and out from my behind sinking deeper
and deeper. I was late getting to the site and the tide had started coming back in as I worked my way down.
I pulled myself out just to make sure I remembered how and sat with my lower legs and feet buried in my new
found hole. Shoving my hands down into the muck I was able to pull out some of the smoother mud and with
GLEE rubbed my nude body over and over with my Suisun mud! Looking around I could see the stillness in the
water which meant the tide was going to turn so I dropped back down into the hole again and worked my way
back down to about mid chest. I just squirmed in the mud, occasionally stretching way out in front of me
as best I could with what body parts still exposed and just enjoyed it! I really missed my mud field.
I pulled out one more time and again sat at the edge with my lower legs buried. I looked around
(as I was facing east) and the tide had turned and the mud field was starting to get covered with
water at the edges. A plane flew over and I have always worried about that. This mud field is a
stones throw from Travis Air Force base, Nut Tree airport (I live just behind it), Yolo County airport,
Napa county Airport and U.C.Davis airport. There are planes overhead everytime I go out to the field
but I have been lucky because they have always been high enough where I don’t worry to much!
The water was now around me so I sunk one more time, but not to deep. I just hung in the mud for
awhile and then crawled out. Since I was in a couple of inches in water I was sorta clean by the time
I got to the bank. I was very sloppy tho (being out of practice) with my clean up bottles so they
were covered in mud. Also, since the Prestone bottle had a hole in it I lost a lot of valuable clean
up water. I climbed the bank with the bottles and attempted to clean off. Since the bottles were
covered as much mud as I tried to get off of me kept getting back on my hands and so clean up didn’t
go so well! I didn’t care. It had been several years since I had been out here and I was just happy
to be here (hopefully, when I get back to Cordelia road I still had a car!).
Leaving just a little water in the clean up bottles I laid back in the grass and stretched out. This
is my favorite part next to sinking. The sun was warm, the breeze was gentle and I just let mother
nature blow dry me! After a while I felt the urge starting to build so I pulled one of my sneakers
under my head and began to thank mother earth for her gifts. I left my gratitude in the grass.
Laying back again I stretched and just laid there enjoying a great afternoon. I soon got dressed a
nd started to make my way back to my car.
I got back to the fence and was dismayed when I saw most of the herd on my side. In the past, when
they were further down in the field and close to the creek I have been able to just stand at a safe
distance and clap my hands, sooner or later the herd would move to the center of the field. This time,
since the fence was in the way, some of the herd didn’t know what to do so I started talking to them.
I had a couple of big ones and some yearlings that just wouldn’t get out of the way! So I kept
talking and slowing walking towards them. Some the herd still left on my side of the fences got
the point and found ways to get on their side, unfortunately I had a male (maybe two years), a couple
of adolescent females and some yearlings that just would move! I worked my way up to them, talking
all the while and the male started to approach! I was very nervous at this point, I didn’t think
he would charge but if he did he was much bigger than me and could easily knock me down. When he
got to within a couple of feet I could see his horn buds. He walked up, stretched to sniff and I
reach my hand out to pet his muzzle. MISTAKE! He reared up and I thought this is it! Thank gawd
he backed off, turned around and headed for the fence. I thought I was out of the woods but the
big old lug wouldn’t go through! He did clear the path so when I had room I just kept talking and
walked past the remaining cows on my side of the fence.
I made it back to my car no problem and came right home and started to type this story. My wife
came home from work while I was typing and looked over my shoulder at my words. She knows I love
doing this and when I first started I really thought I had her talked into joining me, but to date
it hasn’t happened. Maybe someday! We went out as we usually do and I haven’t had a chance to
get back and finish this till tonight (day? It’s 1255 on 5/18-19). I meant to go back out late
last week (5/13-14) but the temperature went triple digit for the second time already this summer
and that’s just to hot for the walk in and out. Once I’m out there it’s OK but…..The tide is coming
around again and I hope to get out later this week and the temps are * supposed * to stay under 100.
Sink well my friends!
j