Wellllll, it happened. I knew it would happen at some point and it happened this morning. For some unknown reason I decided to climb to the top of the gumbo mountain to check on the progress of the grass seed. I did NOT descend into the pond to spread gravel - that would be akin to suicide or an even funnier escapade than I already experienced.
Trotted right up the side of the gumbo mountain....my guestimate is that it's about 8 foot tall. I was careful and walked in the bulldozer tracks because they make cute itty bitty stair steps. No problems going up. I tried not to walk around tooo much on top lest I track away grass seeds on my boots. Said boots at this point were at least 3 lbs apiece heavier from the gumbo mud that was hitching a ride. However, I was feeling pretty pleased at this point because I see sprigs of green making an appearance. Ok - I went, I climbed and I saw what I wanted to see. Perfect, right?
What I didn't count on was the descent being so exciting! At this point I'm not really walking on the treaded bottoms of my boots - I'm walking on a 2 - 3 inch buildup of gumbo clinging to the bottom of my boots. And guess what? Gumbo is slickery! Took about two steps thinking "I got this." I didn't. THIS - got me!
Feet decided to go way fast down the slope - almost like mud skiing. At this point I've already figured out that this isn't going to end well, lol. Decided to cut my losses lest I start rolling down and pick up mud on the way like a giant mud ball. I figured no one would ever be able to dig me out of a mud ball composed of me in the middle and about 3 feet of mud all around. PLUS - had I started rolling I would have rolled not only down the mud mountain, but across the 10 ft flat buffer and right on down into the pond, perhaps never to be seen again! Only thing to do was to drop my a$$ down into the mud and hope it would act like a giant brake! Sorta worked. Until I tried to get up again. Lather, rinse, repeat...sigh!
The good news is that I made it! Undressed on the back porch and have the washing machine going. Is it too early for a bottle of wine?