Re: Grey Fox mud
I haven't gone in about a quarter century but I had a memorable mud experience one year.
I was driving a Toyota pickup, and had thrown my futon in the back. Yes, a bed in the bed. It had rained hard most of Thursday, so when I got there on Friday they weren't letting anyone up the hill because of the mud. While I was in line getting told this, a couple of volunteer carrying ream boxes of papers up the hill came by. I asked the guy working the line if I could give them a ride. He said yes, and they happily hopped in the back. When I got up to the next level, I asked the person in charge there if I could head on up the hill, seeing as how I had shown to be such a helping-out kind of guy. He said sure, if I thought I could. Well, I did. By using a tacking maneuver, shallow angles back and forth, I made it up there. There were two other camps set up, but I left them be, relishing having that whole enormous hillside to myself - OK, ourselves. I pulled in right up to the treeline so I'd get the morning shade. I strolled on down the hill for the evening shows, might have jammed a bit while I was down there - everyone was just camping in the parking lot, somehow - and climbed back up for a glorious, peaceful, quiet night under a great big starry sky. The best sleep I ever had there.
They let people up the hill on Saturday, but the ground was still soft. All the vehicles driving up and down and over the horizontal roads dug big ruts in the muddy earth. That made walking around treacherous. But the worst was yet to come. The hot sun baking the mud turned it into a dust bowl, and by Sunday everything was covered in dust. And it rained again - not a lot, but enough to soak my futon, which took a couple of weeks to dry out.
I've camped in vans ever since.
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