Mud in your eye (and your car, and your boots, and, and, and...)
“Don’t know about a nightmare, but we get lots of mud....” —Allyson Wendt
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Mud in your eye (and your car, and your boots, and, and, and...)

Readers reflect on mud season

Thomas Nelson: Went over Putney Mountain in a 1996 VW Golf - but that was more fun than a nightmare.

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Tom Buchanan: Mud season isn't all bad. It's part of the awakening of the land, and of the people, and of everything else.

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Beth Baldwin Pollock: When I lived in Wells, Vt., the mud would swallow cars. We would have to park and walk in.

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Vivi Mannuzza: For my drive up to see him and his family last spring up in the Northeast Kingdom, my son advised: “Mama, don't drive in the ruts, and don't stop!” I got to Stannard Mountain off Route 91 and heavy footed it up and over; so rattled, physically and spiritually, that I almost kissed the ground when I reached his house. “Mud-luscious” takes on a new meaning.

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Charlene Wakefield: Mud season isn't only in Vermont. When I was a little girl, we lived in Alaska when Fairbanks was only a dirt main street and not much else. We lived in a poorly constructed development of multi-family housing, and the land surrounding had been stripped bare for further building.

With the thaw, the mud there became quicksand, and I got stuck walking across it. Fortunately, I didn't get sucked under, but I did lose one of my boots in it.

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Michelle Bos-Lun: On my son Adam's 20th birthday, he was driving to my house for a family party (including supper with his requested menu and cake), and he got his car stuck in the mud between the two ponds on Henwood Hill Road.

He spun his tires trying to move forward, which resulted in his car getting deeper and deeper in the mud.

Finally, he called AAA. They pulled his car out of the tire-high/ thigh-high squishy mud, but he never made it to our house for his birthday meal - and he had to settle for a single piece of cake later. :(

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Carolyn Taylor: I was a new visitor from Boston to Colrain and took a ride up to Heath. Made the mistake of going down a dirt road. Got stuck in mud so deep we couldn't open the car doors.

This was in 1963 - way before cell phones.

Some kind soul saw the mess and called a local farmer, who came along on his tractor and pulled us out. He wouldn't accept any money. I'm sure he got lots of mileage out of the story about the stupid city slicker.

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Bethany Knowles: At jury duty, a guy said he knew how many neighbors had electric cars by how many were parked at the base of the road in mud.

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