It was a boring Sunday afternoon in the summer of 2005 – the summer after I graduated from high school. I’d finally finished my summer session of college courses, and had some time to kill since I didn’t have any homework to get done for Monday. Mom and I decided to spice up our day, so we made a plan and a few phone calls. The only people who agreed to our plan were my three friends, Ally, Leah, and Jess, but that was enough for us!
Ally, Leah, Mom, and I grabbed a tow rope, a lunch box of pop, a big red can of gasoline, bungee-strapped them to our four-wheelers, and off we went, four girls on two four-wheelers. We went out to Ally’s house, picked up her wheeler, she and Leah doubled up, and we rode on to pick up Jess. We got there, and Jess was all excited and ready to go. We hit the trails again.
We took a turn up this hill, and the trail was a little soft, but manageable. We got to the top of the hill and there it was, Sally’s Pit – the LARGEST mud hole on the planet. It was as wide as the trail and about 20 feet long, and we were all excited to power through it, but didn’t think to walk it to see how deep it was. HUGE mistake.
Mom went first. BAM! Something stopped her dead about three feet into the mud-hole and nearly sent her flying over the handlebars. (She ended up with handle bar-shaped bruises across her stomach.)
Crap. So, Ally, Leah, and I jumped right in and started walking the area around the wheeler. She had crashed right into a big rock. We managed to push her back enough to get around the rock and then had to push her all the way through the mud hole.
THEN we walked the mud hole. I found a part that it seemed like I could get through, so I went for it. I made it 15 feet before my wheels sunk down and the water was almost up to my exhaust. Mom threw me the towrope and dragged me the last five feet through the mud hole.
Ally and Leah made it about halfway through before we had to push, but they weren’t in too deep so it went quickly.
It was finally Jess’s turn. Now, Jess is about five-foot-one, 115 pounds soaking wet, and she was on a tiny little racing wheeler, which means she had absolutely NO weight. She made it about a foot before her wheeler couldn’t grip on anything, pushed it out, said, “I don’t think this is going to happen” and decided to go home.
Well, there were still four of us. We had conquered the mud hole, and we were pretty proud of ourselves! We still had one semi-large mud hole to go before we made it to the bar Ally’s mom worked at. We came upon it, and this huge group of guys was already starting to attempt to make it through. Several of them got stuck, and Ally, Leah, and I pushed them through. Their “leader” – we’ll call him Frank – was talking to Mom and looking at her like she was crazy.
As the guys made it through, they stopped by Frank and waited for the rest of their group. They’d get off their wheelers, take their helmets off, and just stare at the three of us as we helped push their buddies through. They must have thought we escaped from an institution somewhere, as we were dripping in mud from head to toe, our hair was all over the place, and we were giggling like crazy.
We got them through, parted ways, made our way through, and went to see Ally’s mom. The first words out of her mouth were, “God you guys look like Ally’s brother.” She didn’t mean it as a compliment, but we took it that way! We made our way back to my house, stripped down to our underwear, put plastic bags on our feet, went up to the bathroom, and lined up in the shower. Despite the fact that we scrubbed ourselves as well as we possibly could have, we were stained orange from the iron ore mud. We watched a movie and completely crashed.
A few weeks later we found out that Sally’s Pit had been closed a few days after we made it through, and the trail was re-routed because it was too dangerous. We had been some of the last people to ride through it, and it was pretty awesome.
A true story. Who says girls don’t know how to get dirty?