Oh Poop!

When Shaun first got his Jeep a few years ago, the first thing he wanted to do was take it off road and get it dirty. (Yes, I realize most people work hard to keep a new car sparkling clean, but you must remember that nobody has ever accused Shaun of being like most people)  So we headed East towards the Cascades in search of some hills to climb and some mud to go mudding in.

We found plenty of hills and rocks to climb.  Shaun gleefully cackled as he tested out his four-wheel drive while I held on for dear life and tried not to scream.  (Because, knowing Shaun as well as I do, that would only encourage him). Much to my husband’s disappointment, it seemed as though we were at the wrong time of year to find mud.  it was just too dry.  (Yes, it really does get dry in Seattle!)

As we slowly meandered through the back roads on our way back home, we came upon the most glorious mud puddle in an abandoned dairy farm.  Oh joy! I didn’t even have time to tighten up my seatbelt before we were slipping and sliding through all of that muck.  When we finally drove off, my husband had a grin from ear to ear. 

Well…at least until we started to realize that the stench of the dairy farm seemed to be coming home with us instead of staying behind.  After a bit of investigation, my Beloved realized that he had driven through a huge pile of manure!

This weekend I agreed to go for a drive up to the logging roads. At one point the road opened up and we found ourselves staring at a huge field of mud. Shaun’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.  It seemed as though he had just been given the most amazing gift ever. The next thing I knew, we were in the middle of it slipping, sliding and “gittin’ the Jeep dirty”. 

Slowly, it began to dawn on us that we were smelling something horrible.  It seemed as though our pile of mud off of a rarely used logging road out in the middle of nowhere was actually a pile of manure. 

It’s a good thing there is a car wash on the way home….

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11 Responses to Oh Poop!

  1. Lauren says:

    Haha! I remember when I was in middle school my friend Katie loved going mudding on her four wheeler. Once when it had rained, her parents’ garden was incredibly mucky, and she wanted to go out there and mess around in the mud. Filthiest time of my life, lol.

  2. Lauren says:

    Oh, and I meant to say I’m stopping by from The Lady Bloggers. Have a good day! 🙂

  3. Kathy Ariano says:

    Funny! I bet just one car wash was a little shy of done!

  4. Heather says:

    Thanks for stopping by my blog! You live in Seattle?! That’s actually a place I would LOVE to live. Sounds like you had a good time jeeping. (minus the manure)

    Following your blog! Have a great day!

  5. Brenda says:

    Think we’re going to have to give him a little test strip or something to help him determine the difference between mud and poop. That’s a good task for Susie the sidekick!

  6. Living across the street from a dairy farm, I can understand the smell!! Even though it is 3/4 mile away….the smell does permeate the air. But I bet it was fun slippin’ and slidin’ around!! My husband and I both drive Jeeps and LOVE them!!

  7. Hilary says:

    So on the third occasion, when you find a pile of mud out in the middle of nowhere.. exit the vehicle when he gets that look in his eyes. 🙂

  8. Cazzie says:

    That is so funny, and it would have been so much fun too!! Haahaha

  9. Amanda D says:

    That is so funny! And to have it happen twice. Even better. Thanks for the laugh!

  10. Lynne says:

    I find that the right words escape me. No, wait … it’s just that I can’t say that here! 🙂
    Something along the lines of _____ happens!