THE POST CAMPING POOP
Ever find that you never do a number 2 when you go camping only to inevitably face (figuratively speaking) the long poop-both in size and duration-upon your return home?
how’s that for the first post of the summer season? its good to be back.
May 31st, 2006 at 4:10 pm
My mom instilled the fear of disease in me at a very young age. I remember being totally terrified of using the toilets in grade school and having to hold in my number 2s till I got home. Of course this neurosis ended up bleeding in to all of my camping trips as well. Those toilets were horrible; The smell of a hundred people’s logs rotting beneath you, the green hue of light being filtered in through the corrugated plastic siding, swatting the flies away while you try to squeeze one out as quickly as possible. It was a vivid sensory experience that I was terrified of.
So, the solution was to hold it in, which worked as long as the camping trip was roughly 3 days. I remember feeling really sick on day 4 of one camping trip while we were hours away from the campsite, in a boat, fishing. I felt like I was going to explode, so I told my grandparents. We quickly motored it to the shore where I found a fallen tree to sit on. I remember thinking that this might be what it feels like to give birth.
September 6th, 2006 at 12:30 pm
I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.