# Nothing Could Be Finer Than Getting Wet In Carolina

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Posted by LeviLovR on July 28, 2021 at 02:50:46

As some of you may remember two years ago a certain Wacky Wet friend from South Carolina came to visit me in Maine. We had an awesome time and the plan was that I would go and visit him the following year, but of course covid reared it's ugly head and put a halt to that. But this year I finally got to go. By the way I will be referring to this certain WW friend as S for purposes of brevity. S lives in North Augusta, South Carolina and works in South Augusta, Georgia. The two cities and the two states are divided by the Savannah River. Our time was spent in both places with lots of going back and forth between the two.

I arrived at about 2 pm Thursday afternoon. S picked me up and the airport and we immediately went to his house and jumped in the pool and had a nice little drink. I am not going to do a whole lot of description of clothing because we went through so many sets it would be impossible to describe everything. For the most part I went with my standard western attire - usually boots, Levi's, shirt, tie, suit jacket and hat. Sometimes I did not wear the jacket but put on a vest instead. Twice I wore Wrangler jeans instead of Levi's. S varied from full suits to western, but he often wore full suits as he did the day he picked me up at the airport. We stayed in the pool until his friend Scott joined us after work. Scott is not a full fledged WW person as we all are. He's just wacky. Sorry, Scott. He does swim now in a t shirt and jeans usually when at S's place. He was a lot of fun. Scott had to leave for a bit, so we got out of the pool and dried off and ordered pizza. I don't think we went back in the pool that night. Oh, by the way, I should mention that S had mowed part of his lawn and there were lots of grass clippings in the yard. I had got out of the pool to rest and drip off a bit and was sitting in a plastic chair in the warm sun relaxing when BONK, I fell completely over right into all the grass clippings which stuck to my wet cloths like crazy. S laughed his butt off at me as there was no reason either of us could figure out for me falling over. He had to hose me down - which he got way too much pleasure out of - to wash off all the grass clippings before I got back in the pool. We were off to a good start.

Friday was my first full day there and it began with breakfast and reading the paper in the pool. We both went with western attire. After breakfast we changed into more western attire. I put on brown boots, brown Wrangler jeans, red plain shirt, brown tie, brown leather vest and brown hat. S was similarly dressed in blue indigo Wranglers, green shirt, colored patterned tie, light colored vest and hat and boots. We got a lot of compliments/comments at the places we stopped. S took me by the golf course where The Masters are played each year. I couldn't actually see the course as it was walled in and blocked by trees but the place can only be described as vast. There was a huge media center across the street that I believe was once a mansion and S kept pointing out places the Masters had purchased for expansion purposes, particularly parking. Every store we went into had Masters merchandise you could purchase and it was in high demand and not exactly cheap. We stopped at a couple of antique stores and had a late lunch and then decided to go to the mud pit. The clothes we were wearing were too good to go in the mud so we went back to S's house and did a quick change. S put on a full suit he wanted to trash and I had a pair of very cheap/poor quality black and white boots, indigo 501s, old blue shirt and black jacket that had been worn in the mud before, tie and black hat.

The mud pit is located in a beautiful little park next to a river where there was a gorgeous waterfall and a series of smaller falls. Nice trails for hiking and biking there that run parallel to the river. They are in the process of draining and dredging a pond - hence the mud. We found a secluded spot and there was a lone man there working on what looked like a giant backhoe doing some of the dredging. He stayed there until just before we left and had a clear view across the entire pond/muddy area. So in the interest of privacy we stayed behind some overhanging branches that came all the way down to the mud and shielded us from his view. After some walking around and testing the mud we found the best spots and S actually created a great spot with super creamy mud for us to enjoy. What can I say? We wallowed like a couple of pigs. It was really hot and the mud was cool and smooth and felt awesome. We smeared it on each other and laid down and piled it on top of each other, front and back. We actually piled it on top of each other as we laid there and it was so heavy that it made us sink deeper into the mud. It was almost impossible to get out from under it and roll onto more solid ground so that we could stand up. All good things must end eventually and we tried to wipe off as much of the mud as we could. My coat did not survive, I kept hearing it rip as we rolled around in the mud. Neither did my boots, which caused me grief walking back. We left our little spot and headed to a place where there was water to rinse off. S waded right in but I confess to being a scaredy cat and a wimp. The water was already a muddy brown before we got there and I was extremely hesitant as I wasn't sure of the depth, if we would sink in deeper into the mud, and if there were snakes. I kept thinking about Petey's story of how Cole was bitten and I am afraid of snakes anyways and definitely not used to having poisonous snakes to deal with as there are none where I come from. But S finally coaxed me in and we got most of the mud off. Clothes definitely felt a lot lighter after that. The walk back was somewhat difficult for me as the cheap boots would not let me walk flat footed. They kept bending and turning outwards. S stopped twice for more rinsing - once under a bridge and once up by the waterfalls. We came to a trash can and I through the coat in. I would have liked to have taken the boots off and done the same with them but we had a dirt path to traverse with rocks and stones and a splintery wooden bridge to cross. After crossing the bridge we came out into the parking lot, which was paved. I sat on the tailgate of S's truck and pulled off one boot but couldn't get the other. S pulled it off for me and said it was no wonder it wouldn't provide any support as it was all ripped and torn. S through them into the back of the truck to be disposed of later.

Back at S's house we hosed off completely and stripped down before taking a nice hot shower. Due to the late lunch I wasn't very hungry and suggested we just have some sandwiches for dinner. Then we put on the outfits we had worn previously to going to the mud pit and jumped in the pool. Scott joined us and stayed overnight as he had every night I was there.

Saturday we had breakfast but didn't go into the pool as S had to attend a funeral and Scott had errands he had to do with his mother. I was going to go into the pool by myself but started going through my things and tried organizing them. Clothes were every where and things were topsy turvey. S returned and we went into the pool and stayed there. Scott returned and we went into the city for oriental food. All three of us dressed up in western suits and heads turned and we got some nice compliments. Then it was home and straight into the pool for a final swim.

Sunday was my favorite day. We decided to start it off with a pie fight. S had made the "pies" previously. He actually took chocolate mix, poured in water and mixed it until it was the consistency of chocolate pudding and spooned it into tin pie plates. Then he added whipped cream on the top. S was dressed in a full suit and cowboy boots and I had on boots, 501s, shirt, tie, jacket and hat - my usual garb. Since I was the "guest of honor" I was the first to get a pie in the face. Hat didn't really help so it was removed and set aside. After that all hell broke loose. Scott had on an old pair of jeans and t shirt. We just kept smooshing pies onto each other and rubbing each other down. The "pudding was a nice thick consistency that spread easily so you could smear it across your clothes and cover things easily. S had put out some plastic and all the pudding that slid onto it was easily picked up and smeared onto somebody. I even laid down in it and made a pie angel. It was a total blast and we were completely covered. We even had it in our ears. We were a chocolate covered mess from head to toe and all laughing hysterically. And it tasted pretty good too when it got in your mouth. Clean up was hosing each other down and it was everywhere so it took some doing. I was almost completely clean when S said, "Hold it a minute." He then produced a gallon of milk that he poured over me. Thanks a lot! I think he may have gotten that idea from a certain character we all know as Ry. That was round 1. After showering it was round 2 - or tuxedo time.

So I wore black boots, black 505 Levi's, white shirt with black button, white waist coat, black cravat, and black hat. My coat was a long tailed swallow cut. Scott had on a black suit that looked exactly like a tux except it had no silk on the lapels or stripes down the legs. He wore a typical white tuxedo shirt and bow tie and went hatless. S had the standard tuxedo with white shirt and bow tie. He wore a black top hat I had given to him on his visit to Maine. S and Scott both had cumber bands on and we all wore white gloves ( I felt like Micky Mouse) and white scarves. One by one we climbed the ladder and made our entrance into the pool. Since it was a formal affair S made mimosas, crescent sandwiches and iced tea. We toasted each other and drank our mimosas and ate our sandwiches while in the pool. We then had a three way fight with the long blue pool noodles and dunked each other and just had fun. Of course, since it was a formal affair it was all done with great dignity and taste and proper etiquette. NOT!!!

Scott had to leave for church and other family matters, so that ended round two. For round three S and I headed to the river, which is his favorite place. We each had on boots and blue Wranglers. S had a grean shirt and patterned tie, tan suit coat and white hat. I wore a bright red shirt, red white and blue striped tie, brown leather vest and brown hat. We went to the Georgia side of the river looking across to South Carolina. Very beautiful spot as the opposite bank has gorgeous homes on it. S took me to a couple of spots where he dove in. Again I was timid due to the depth, current and not knowing what lurked in there. But it was so damned hot I did wade out a bit and sit down in the water just to cool off. S was in his element and totally at ease and comfortable. We went and sat on the dock and he dove off and climbed back up and dipped his hat in the water and poured it all over me to cool me off. We went back to the main boat ramp, which is very different from back home. It's cut into the bank which forms a steep hill. There are high walls on each side and the bottom is paved and the water relatively shallow. I felt reasonably comfortable there, at least enough to go fully under and relax a bit. The water was nice and cool and it was extremely hot and humid. We were about to get out when a woman and her husband backed their trailer down to load the boat. The woman was driving the truck and we had a nice conversation with her - at which time she informed us they had seen three alligators near by. Nice to know, especially we were about to get out. I can guarantee you any alligator that bit me would die from food poisoning. He might get the last gulp but I would get the last laugh. Then we got into S's truck and crossed back over to South Carolina and S drove me down through the housing development so I could see the front of the houses that we saw from the other side of the river. Major money spent there and intriguing architecture. Beautiful, beautiful homes.

So back at S's place we changed once again and made plans to meet Scott for an Italian dinner. S wore a full suit with vest, hat and boots. I wore brown boots, dark brown 501s, light blue shirt, plain brown tie, chocolate suede vest and light brown hat. Again people saying how much they loved the hats. Scottie was a bit more casual when he arrived but was wearing yet another hat. Had a fantastic dinner and a super waitress and a really nice bottle of wine. Then back to S's for a midnight swim in the pool in what we had worn to the restaurant.

Monday was my last morning there. The plan was that we would spend the morning in the pool and then S would take me to the airport. Unfortunately I did not feel the greatest. I think it was the heat, humidity, being tired, a bit of anxiety about flying, eating different foods. I had a very upset stomach. I though getting in the pool would help me feel better. I had on brown boots, indigo 501s, plaid, shirt, plain green tie, brown leather vest and brown hat.S had black suede boots, dark charcoal Wranglers, black sued vest, Dark shirt and black fancy hat with leather lacing around the brim. It all looked really fantastic when wet.

Unfortunately getting in the pool didn't seem to help. I felt like I had a huge boulder sitting in my stomach. I actually got out of the pool and had to lie down on the ground for a moment and try to relax. S got me some tums and pepto bismol to take. Unfortunately I did not enjoy that last swim as much as I had hoped. And I had to get on a plane later and I couldn't imagine flying feeling like that. I was so uncomfortable. Unfortunately I had to cut pool time short. Eventually things started to improve. S fixed lunch, but I couldn't really eat it and had part of it and drank a little of the iced tea he made. I got my stuff together and started feeling better, although not great. We had some time to kill before my flight so S decided to take me on a tour of the town and show me some of the mansions on "the hill". I had dressed very casually for the flight home but Steve was meeting a client to return some of the discs he had retrieved and was dressed in a lightweight business suit. He stepped outside to get something and said it was so hot he would really like to jump in the pool. I told him to go for it and just do it. So he spread some towels on the seat of the truck and then jumped in the pool. I would have loved to have joined him, but since I was getting on a plane I don't think I would have made it through the security check - but it would have been fun to try! But at least S could have a nice, cooling dip. I took some pics and vids and then we got in the truck and drove around the wealthy part of town with beautiful mansions and estates with fenced in yards and professional lawn care people out trimming the bushes and mowing the lawns. This was at the top of the hill, but down the street at the bottom of the hill were very run down, derelict, tiny little houses inhabited by very poor people. The contrast was astounding. Finally it was time to go to the airport. S's suit had dried out considerably and was damp and I was feeling reasonably well. I felt pretty confident I wouldn't vomit at that point but was a bit afraid I might have to fart on a crowded plane, which would not go over well at all. It didn't happen though and I made it home safe and sound.

It was an awesome trip and so much fun. I loved it all, but my favorite part was the pie fight. Always wanted to do that nd now want more than ever to do it again! My thanks to S and Scott for making my stay so great. I think I can safely say a good time was had by all!

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