I agree with Despina. When we were camping in Wyoming in the Rockies, bathrooms were what I missed the most. When I was a girl and we lived in the "wilds" of Arkansas, nobody can remember where we went to the bathroom. With all those kids, we had to have somewhere.
At first my brother F. thought we dropped it over a cliff. Later he thought we probably used a chicken coop. Brother D. thought we used a log set off by itself.
I can't remember anything about that at all, but I was only five when we moved there.
Cousin T, who turned five on that trip, was the VIP of the trip. When anyone had to go, they got a break. They'd park beside the trail, pack blessedly OFF, until Tim came by, collect the foxhole digger and TP, then find a conveniently horizontal log. Once the shovel had been used and cleaned, we'd catch back up with Tim and return the items to his pack.
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At first my brother F. thought we dropped it over a cliff. Later he thought we probably used a chicken coop. Brother D. thought we used a log set off by itself.
I can't remember anything about that at all, but I was only five when we moved there.
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Cousin T, who turned five on that trip, was the VIP of the trip. When anyone had to go, they got a break. They'd park beside the trail, pack blessedly OFF, until Tim came by, collect the foxhole digger and TP, then find a conveniently horizontal log. Once the shovel had been used and cleaned, we'd catch back up with Tim and return the items to his pack.
The "good old days"! LOL!
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