I guess I agree, but the disgusting red slop in that moat required washing my clothes 3 times, wiping down and spraying all of my gear, and pouring soapy water into my hip waders three times, with subsequent rinses. When I got to my car I had to strip out of my clothes on a back road in Chatsworth (hoping no one in the house across the street would see me), and riding home in nothing but skivvies. My wife thinks I am insane. She may be right.
You are not insane. I've done that several times, at least twice for wet clothes and about 3 times for chigger-ticks that I did not notice until most of them were in the seams of my pants.
Agreed. On the way home, on Buttersworth-Bog Rd, I pull over to let a pick up pass and he looks over at me and waves. I'm nekked from the waist up like I'm going to the beach and it's 30 degrees.