A quicksandy shore
agitation, thats all that it would take to turn what looks like a peaceful chilly river clay infused sandbank, into a gooy quicksand mucky mess.
Each step made the surface bow in wide semicircular indents, and small cracks formed at the edges of the bow.
Now I was wearing fairly clunky chunky shoes with little to no traction, so each footstep left half inch impressions of my shoes as I walked gingerly. If I were to bounce in place that half inch impression would slowly make my shoe a little harder to pull free each time, I lifted my foot up.
I also knew if I pushed my luck, even these relatively flat shoes would readily get gobbled up by the gooy clay+sand quicksand that I was only on the surface of. How deep was the 'safe' zone atop the hungry quicksand below.
Each step was a test of my weight and balance vs the rubbery layer of clay at the top. Each footstep as I worked slowly forward was indeed a test as the squishy mud surface layer was only getting deeper. Each time I pulled my shoe up it was a little more challenging a little more of a sucking SLURP! I knew I was almost just barely almost about to plunge into the quicksand itself were I to continue.
It was cold, and chilly outside with a strong breeze so I dare not continue in my exploratory endeavors. I wasn't dressed for this, these shoes weren't to be sacrificed or get too much more dirty than I was already getting them. The muddy surface layer had already painted my shoes with a look of a grey cement like paste and that almost claimed where my laces start on a low-top workout shoe. I would have to return on a warmer day to experiment more with this place.
Quicksand was not the workout jog I had intended on getting into. Not dressed for mucking about on a chilly day, nor a long wet jog back to the car looking as if I had gone for a bath in a skif of cement while in my workout gym clothing.
Maybe this summer.
Each step made the surface bow in wide semicircular indents, and small cracks formed at the edges of the bow.
Now I was wearing fairly clunky chunky shoes with little to no traction, so each footstep left half inch impressions of my shoes as I walked gingerly. If I were to bounce in place that half inch impression would slowly make my shoe a little harder to pull free each time, I lifted my foot up.
I also knew if I pushed my luck, even these relatively flat shoes would readily get gobbled up by the gooy clay+sand quicksand that I was only on the surface of. How deep was the 'safe' zone atop the hungry quicksand below.
Each step was a test of my weight and balance vs the rubbery layer of clay at the top. Each footstep as I worked slowly forward was indeed a test as the squishy mud surface layer was only getting deeper. Each time I pulled my shoe up it was a little more challenging a little more of a sucking SLURP! I knew I was almost just barely almost about to plunge into the quicksand itself were I to continue.
It was cold, and chilly outside with a strong breeze so I dare not continue in my exploratory endeavors. I wasn't dressed for this, these shoes weren't to be sacrificed or get too much more dirty than I was already getting them. The muddy surface layer had already painted my shoes with a look of a grey cement like paste and that almost claimed where my laces start on a low-top workout shoe. I would have to return on a warmer day to experiment more with this place.
Quicksand was not the workout jog I had intended on getting into. Not dressed for mucking about on a chilly day, nor a long wet jog back to the car looking as if I had gone for a bath in a skif of cement while in my workout gym clothing.
Maybe this summer.
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Makes me think of a clip from America's Funniest Home Videos.
"If the mosquitoes doesn't get you, the quicksand will!"
(squish)
"If the mosquitoes doesn't get you, the quicksand will!"
(squish)
*giggles* sounds like fun to me, at least a good hike. Bugspray in hand!
Yes, had I persisted in agitating the sandy region, It would have liquified beneath me and become a sticky gooy quicksand. The mixture was an even mix of sand and clay, thus the sticky nature of this particular material. It could have also been classified as quick-clay
Its been a long time since summer and a few years, but I know in spots along this river this stuff is quite amusing It was over my knees before I chickened out and had to free myself. Just to the right at the top of the embankment is a very public walking trail, and rain or shine there always seems to be someone walking there. Ya can't go at night because the lot is NOT a good safe place for anyone to be out at after dark.
Greys are often an overlooked color spectrum, its sad really. The image was in full color though looks as if greyscale or black and white, its just wintertime so the colors are muted, faded grey. The colors are a smooth transition, from water, to sand, to sky.
Actually, in touch, the quicksand surface has about half an inch of slippery muddy clay at the surface, I left gooy footprints as I walked, and and felt little slips every time I moved forward, but also that same mud also kissed the soles of my shoes, as if asking for more. The quicksand below the first few layers really did want to ask for more of me.
Actually, in touch, the quicksand surface has about half an inch of slippery muddy clay at the surface, I left gooy footprints as I walked, and and felt little slips every time I moved forward, but also that same mud also kissed the soles of my shoes, as if asking for more. The quicksand below the first few layers really did want to ask for more of me.
Washington State, along the shores of the Nooksack River
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