'Mud, mud, glorious mud'
Kids, adults alike keep cool in annual Mud Wallow, named for late creator
“Whoever came up with this idea is a genius!” a young girl proclaimed as she slipped and splashed her way through a pit full of mud Saturday off East End Road in Homer.
The coordinators of the annual Mud Wallow at Cottonwood Horse Park couldn’t agree more.
The event was named last year for its cofounder, Carmen Field, who also founded the organization that hosts the wallow, Nature Rocks.
A great lover of the outdoors, Field died of breast cancer on May 31, 2016, at the age of 53.
Nature Rocks has a goal to put up a permanent sign at the mud pit in the park officially proclaiming the annual event “Carmen’s Wallow,” said Sue Post, one of the event’s coordinators.
Field came up with the idea for the wallow along with Homer resident Lisa Matlock.
“Carmen was kind of the spearhead for the group Nature Rocks,” Post said.
After a dreary and rain-filled week, parents and children flocked to the pit to escape Saturday’s peak temperatures.
The event’s coordinators said attendance — both youngsters and their parents — has been high ever since the very first Mud Wallow, when 80 kids and 20 adults were counted.
In their children’s song “The Hippopotamus,” British comedy duo Flanders and Swann croon, “Mud, mud, glorious mud / Nothing quite like it for cooling your blood.”
The Homer community has embraced this concept with ever-increasing fervor since the first wallow was held in 2010. Back then, members of Nature Rocks faced a lot of curiosity from the public over the event.
Now, coordinators Post, Cathy Wilmeth and Lisa Asselin, or The Three Mud-keteers (as they’ve dubbed themselves) get more requests about the wallow and said people have come to expect it each year.
“The event itself hasn’t changed all that much, because it’s a mud pit and we come and we play and that’s that,” Wilmeth said. “But it is more known now and people ask about it.”
“I have people now that approach me and say, ‘Do you have a date yet?’” Post said.
Under the watchful eyes of their parents Saturday, children slung handfuls of mud, jumped headlong into deep puddles of muddy water, and slid gleefully down a makeshift mud slide.
Several adults got a little dirty, too.
One youngster had a particularly apt insight as she clambered up the side of the pit.
“I see why pigs like this,” she said.
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