Lazy Swamp
Okay, this is the
fourteenth in the Lazy series. The others are
getting
deleted from
CL. If you would like to read the others, drop me a line and
I'll send
you the
link to the ones I have archived on my site.
FYI: Just because you request the link that does NOT mean you
wanna
bang me,
have me spam you incessantly, be buddy buddies, or even like
me. It
means you
want the link. I'll send it to you, and that, comrade, will
be That.
Note: For some reason Some aol addresses won't accept mail
from me, not all, just some *shrugs*
If you happen to be one of those people and you didn't get your link,
maybe set up a gmail account
or something? 'kay...
finally,
Onwards.
*sips*
I have a swamp in my head. Or rather, I have thoughts of a
swamp in my head. Not sure why, exactly...
Maybe it's because some one I've been chatting with let it be known
that they have a leech filled cess pool
in their back yard. That may sound like a turn off to you,
but keep in mind: They HAVE a backyard *pokes*
A little space outside to sunbathe in *dreamy* how cool is
That? I miss private outdoor free Space... space you can
do whatever in and it's Okay...
The rock back in Alaska was full of that stuff... mile after square
mile of empty wilderness... you could hike for Hours and
just KNOW that you were the very first Human to ever set foot on That
patch of ground...
Of course, the 'ground' on the rock wasn't really 'ground'... it was
swamp. Or, more accurately, this stuff they called Muskeg.
Muskeg is this peat like, moss like, mulch like Stuff that floats on
top of a layer of water (which sits on top of the glaciated bed
rock which is the island proper) In some areas it's pretty
thick...
thick enough to support trees... in others it is paper thin
*shrugs*
Of course, you can't tell the thick areas from the thin areas when
tromping across the top of it.
Because the stuff is floating on a layer of water, tromping across the
muskeg is kind of like walking across a water bed... the
ground jiggles and undulates like a big bowl of jelly. Jump
up
and down just right and you can set up some nice waves which
roll across the landscape, lifting and tilting trees...
You can also drop through a thin spot and disappear from sight, never
to be seen again *shrugs*
For that reason, a trip through the muskeg was always a bit of an
adventure.
On more than one occasion I slipped through thin spots only to find
myself in the middle of nowhere, chest deep in cold goo.
The stuff is kind of like quick sand, too... thrashing around is Not
the way to get out. One time the suction from the goo was so
great that it sucked my shoes off when I tried to get out
*sighs* One of the few times I actually wore sneakers up
there.
No shoes, cold wet pants and shirt, warm spring day, screw that noise,
I'm gittin' naked *shrugs* You can do that when you
live in the middle of nowhere... why wear nasty wet cold clothes when
you don't Have to, ya know?
So I hiked back into town... and completely forgot I was
naked. No one else did though. There was some horn
honking,
some finger pointing and laughing at the little dick, a few woo hoos!
*shrugs* And then I was home, had a shower, and that
was the end of that... I think there were like two comments
the
next day from some co-workers... didn't even make the local
paper.
Try walking home from Central Park nude though *laughs* That'll attract
some attention... and NYC is supposed to be
'civilized' *rolls eyes*
Rock on