i pooped in the woods for the first time EVER on this fire.
i didn't want to.
but ryan told me it was "majestical" and i needed to experience it.
wellllll...i'm all for trying things once, so i felt sort of obligated to try it out...
everyone was coaching me, telling me the best...techniques: sitting against a rock, sitting against a tree - aspens are best, sitting on a log, the list was endless.
i was so dreading it.
i hiked probably close to 16 miles so i could be sure that no one was going to walk up on me while i was in the middle of things. then i started looking for...anything, really. i came to a big rock, so i told myself, ok. deep breath. you can do this.
so i pull down my pants and sit against the giant rock like a wall sit.
no way. i'm gonna like poop on my shoe or something.
on to the next location.
aspen tree was next. same issue as the rock. plus my legs were tired by then from wall sitting.
guess it's going to be a log.
i tried to think of when my sissy was little and her and our cousin learned how to poop on a log and they thought it was really fun and exciting.
this can be fun and exciting. pooping on a log.
suffice it to say, it was not fun and exciting. or majestical. mostly it was very cold and i felt like all the animals were judging me because i wasn't good at pooping in the woods. i was also scared the whole time that someone was going to walk in (?) on me.
but i did it.
i forgot to tell you about etiquette. apparantly you're supposed to dig a hole and then cover it up when you're done. so after doing that like a billion times - digging holes, that is, i was definitely not impressed with the whole experience.
but what can i say? one step closer to becoming a real firefighter.
the end.
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