On June 14, I rose early, drilled a hole down the center of my 4 lead bricks and ran a steel eyebolt through them so I could use them together like an anchor. I loaded the 34 pound (15.5 kg) apparatus, my breathing tube, and my kayak onto my trailer for a trip into the swamp.
Razor grass is aptly named. So is needle grass, for that matter. Walking through the grass, wearing nothing but latex briefs, I got sliced, diced and poked. Razor grass will give you something like a painful paper cut. I looked more like I’d been through the paper shredder! The flies were also out in force. I got bitten from my ankles to my forehead.
Those are the hazards of summer, but it’s all part of the adventure. The mud was warm and inviting, and it made it all worthwhile. I spent some time fully immersed in the mud, breathing through a tube. The weights helped me stay under as long as I wanted to.
I didn’t have time to deal with a full complement of audio/video gear, but I did throw in my piece-o-shit DV camcorder so I’d have something to share with my fellow mudders. Check out the highlights clip here.