I could not reach a nearby vine.
The mud rose to my waist and eventually, my chest.
I could think of only one thing to try.
I splashed mud with my palms, ejecting clumps beyond the rim of the pit.
It dried quickly on the shore and I continued to splash handfuls onto the growing mound.
I aimed with perfection, building the mound, extending it toward myself.
When I could reach the hardened outcropping, I carefully gripped with both hands and slowly pulled myself to freedom.