There are two things that are extremely important any time you travel anywhere in the world: 1. Consuming enough roughage to poop. 2. Having a place to poop. Because, the older you are, the more you realize that life is really all about shit. Repugnant, putrid, vile shit. Only a small fraction of which is actually excrement. But whether it's literal or figurative shit, it's all a waste. Welcome to the shitshow that's adulthood! Here are some porta potties provided for your convenience.
I could smell the stench, carried upwind on a balmy mountain summer breeze, before I even saw the repugnant toilets at the campsite. I always seem to forget about this vital component of camping. And with four nights in a tent, avoiding the camp toilet is completely unavoidable. Sooner or later you're going to need to use it. But, sooner if you're a coffee drinker. And what adult doesn't drink coffee? A masochistic psychopath, obviously. The same kind who camp regularly.
When you just can't hold it anymore, that's when you'll have to do the walk of shame to the camp toilet. Don't forget a flashlight, because other than daylight, there is no other light source in there. But, since I can never remember to pack a flashlight, I bring my phone. (Which is how I captured this great photo of one of the camp toilets three years ago.) Perhaps most importantly, don't forget the wet wipes! Because chances are, there won't be any toilet paper. But, there will be flies. So many flies. Which, after the noxious fumes is the second reason to hold your breath before going in and squatting over the potty. BUT, DON'T FORGET TO TAKE THE PHONE OUT OF YOUR BACK POCKET FIRST!
The bad news is, no one can hold their breath, squat over the potty, do their business (especially #2), clutching their phone and a package of wet wipes without peeing on themselves or taking a breath. It's impossible, trust me! And the only thing worse than using the porta potty in the first place is being passed out in the porta potty. I don't actually know that from experience, it's just common sense. In addition, don't ever look directly into the crapper. I think that's pretty basic. But there are two valid reasons why one might do this unconscionable act. 1. Is this going to overflow? 2. Am I done? (Sometimes it's just a habitual thing if you're doing #2 to look in the bowl to ascertain this.)
While you're doing Lamaze breathing to hold the squat hovering over the seat, clenching your phone, the dim light illuminating the sign that says not to put diapers, feminine products or garbage into the toilet because they're extremely difficult to remove. Well, duh...that sounds really reasonable. Until you consider there's no toilet paper. And then you look at the wet wipes you brought with you. While I'm normally a decent, respectful, environmentally conscious human being, I'm sure as shit going to throw that potentially toilet clogging, environmentally hazardous wet wipe that I wiped myself with in there. Because I'm no masochistic pack-in, pack-out psychotic homemade from a flannel cloth and essential oils reusable wet wipe user. Because at this moment, I don't give a shit about the environment! I'd say I'm going to hell for that, but I'm already there in porta potty hell! And judging from the rife stank, so is everyone else at this campground.