What Was Your Quicksand Experience Like?

[Quicksand-Lover-7]

For those here that have actually experienced sinking in quicksand in real life, what did that feel like? How deep did you sink and did you get stuck? Was it fun or scary or both?

[PA Jack]

If you count a muddy peat bog as quicksand, my best one was with a female friend, Cathy, one youthful summer in southern Rhode Island back in 1976. We went out “exploring” for spots and found a good one. At one point, we sank in together chest-deep. I wrote a slightly dramatized story about it posted here in Stories back in 2009 (as jack c at the time: “Summer of ‘76” - you can check it out if you want - it’s around Tab 43 in the Stories section).

While there was some background element of fear (like on a good roller coaster ride) and definitely some mutual adrenaline, it was mostly exciting and fun. We didn’t really get hopelessly stuck, but it was an effort for both of us to get out, and we were both pretty muddy and slimy. Cathy had caught me mudding one day, and thus she knew about my special interest. She was willing to share it, which was the cool ride of a lifetime for me. That was a long time ago now, and youth is wasted on the young, right? Sadly, I’m past the exploring stage of life, but not past the interest in it. A good memory.

[Veronica_21]

I ran track in high school. On a trail run, I noticed the side of the trail looked dark and damp and I dipped my foot into the mud. My foot sank without effort, and I noticed that the damp looking area extended much further.

The next night, I was able to return to school and I walked my way through ankle deep mud until I found a patch of smooth wet - looking ground. Making sure I was alone, I stepped forward and sank to my knees.

I was speechless and amazed, not even trying but sank to my upper thighs. I spent some private time there, before eventually backing myself out.

It was incredible. I was hooked.

[beachbum]

I was a runner also. High school and college. My first sink I was going for a run in a woods. Went across an open area to the next trial and sunk unexpectedly thigh deep. It took me a while to get out. Ever since then I was hooked as well.

[MuddySkater]

So about two year's ago a friend asked me to do a him a custom video, he arrived at my house with a bag of clothing and a camera and tri pod he had already chosen the location as somewhere I had been before, it was a section of tidal estuary mud around a foot deep but wet and sloppy on top with a super sticky layer below. ( I had been here a few times in the past and enjoyed myself )

Arriving at my house he had a bag of clothing for me to wear and a second bag of clothes to change into afterwards, the first was a pair of super skinny tight denim jeans, a pair of 20 hole skinhead boots, a shirt and skinhead style bomber jacket, he basically asked me to slid into the mud and roll around, he had a rope ladder with him but was sure he didn't need it.

Upon arriving at the location the tide had went out about an hour ago, and it was a lovely warm day, I had to wait around while he set up the camera and messed around! the car was less than 100 yards from the muddy area so nothing could go wrong I thought, although little did I know. He walked me over to the edge of the mud bank and said you'll have to slide in as it looks like the bank had slippt over recent months the drop down looked like a foot but in truth it was much more like a few feet.

Camera set and he gave me the thumbs up! I started to lower myself down when the bank I was holding on to gave way and I fell down feet first and landed with a plop! What I noticed straight away was the fact I was now mid chest deep in sloppy wet mud! as I struggled to climb on top of the mud my boots were clearly stuck and I had to remove mud and push myself forward and as my left foot came loose I fell forward with force I went face first into a the mud and I was no sooner submerged.

Sloshing around I started to panic and now covered cold and beginning to shake I called out for help! then tried to climb toward the mud bank, the more I pushed the more I got a little deeper but I managed to get hold of the side of the bank, my mate appeared and tried to pull me up but wither it was panned or not I lost my grip and fell backwards landing on my arse and falling back into the mud. Again I was covered and I could hear my mate shouting. I flattened myself and was able to get on top and swim like over to where I climbed out.

Scared Yes - Horny a little but I haven't been back there as deep down I know I could of easily got stuck and sank deeper