Moyie Springs Mud Bogs, Check Out The Gallery

I went to the mud bogs this weekend, and I realize that not all of you know what the mud bogs are about, so I photographed the event with my readers in mind. These 3 pics are just the tip of the iceberg click here for gallery of photos!!! Be sure and vote for your favorite!!!  You won't be able to place your vote in the gallery, you'll have to come back to this post and leave it in the comments, apparently, there are some things that my blog can't do!! Bummer...

The Crowd

Some Great Shirts...Lots and Lots of Babes

Bust out your stars and stripes bikini, load up the pit bull...

 Sandpoint's Ben Spinney's vehicle as seen in 4wheel&off Road Magazine

The mud bogs are an annual event and will take place this mother's day weekend. I for one will be attending with my camera in hand. I missed it last year because I was off in Japan becoming a "reality TV Star". This year I am just a regular citizen...

The mud bogs are a place where you can drink beer while watching people drive in the mud, wrestle in the mud, dance in the mud, and possibly have sex in the porta potties. Lets be honest about the sex part, I opened a porta potty door and it wasn't regular sex I walked in on, it was actually fellatio. I'm not sure why people would choose the porta potty when there was a perfectly wholesome and clean forest nearby. Nonetheless, there are no rules at "the bogs"and over 7,000 people in attendance. 

Getting to the mud bogs is easy if you can find your way to Sandpoint, Idaho after that you will just need to follow the never ending stream of souped up four wheel drive monsters on the highway running straight through town and on to Bonner's Ferry. Once you get that far its just a hop skip and a jump through a Mennonite community, and then there you are: White Trash Valhalla.

I say white trash lovingly, as a term of endearment not judgement.

Any-excuse-to-get-drunk-and-rowdy-way, here are some pictures from the last time I went. I am just trying to entice a few more people to join in on the great American pastime of drinking beer pumping your fists and burning fuel...

Mud Bog in my Front Yard

Yesterday my husband warned me about this certain spot in our front yard/driveway that I was supposed to avoid backing into at all costs... because in order to get out you had to do some mud bogging causing damage in the form of tire ruts to our front yard. We mowed our prized lawn I think a total of 4 times last year, but judging by the seriousness in his tone I can only infer that he has far greater plans for it this year. So  I  shook my head in agreement.

That was yesterday.

Today I was rushing out the door after sleeping in until 9:45, in order to get a good spot at Starbucks. I try to get there early so I can have a cup of coffee and use the wireless internet. When I backed out of my parking spot, apparently I "roosted" mud all over the place. I do not recall doing that AT ALL.

I'm out of the driveway and about 3 minutes down the road when I get this call:

Me: Hello, did I forget something?

Husband in menacing and accusatory voice: Didn't I tell you not to back out in our front yard yesterday?

Me: What are you talking about? Did I back up in it?

Husband: Yes. And you roosted mud everywhere.

Me: Weird I don't even remember backing up or roosting so who is the real victim here? I didn't even get to experience my first roost. Shit.

Husband: Are you serious? You have problems....etc...blah, blah...how could you forget...blah, blah

I really don't remember backing out this morning, I had Britney on full blast and was focussing on my comeback. Also, I feel like I would have known if I did something as sweet as roosting mud all over my own front lawn, but whatever.

Sorry Husband, sorry lawn.

 PS. The pic is not from my front yard its from my very first mud bog at Moyie Springs two mother's days ago, that must be where I learned my mad roosting skills.