There's an interesting story behind this photo.
There always is.
Why am I ankle-deep in mud, holding a jug of milk and a folding chair?
While driving, we were looking for a beach to set up and eat lunch at. According to Google Maps, the place where I was standing was supposed to be a "beach".
Not all beaches are equal in Australia, apparently.
This is what we got when we drove up:
And this is what I got when I didn't realize how deep the mud really was:
I was trying to get across the river so we could set up to eat somewhere nicer without the pungent smell of whatever was rotting in the mud/clay. You know that quote "the grass is greener on the other side"?In this case I never got to see what was on the other side of the river as the guys called me back. They decided to set up on a little unimpressive stretch of sand a few meters from the car. ...clearly they're not into the whole "exploring" thing like I am.
Oh well, to each their own. Maybe they were just hungry and wanted to eat.