Flashback to when I was 14 and on a mid-winter boyscout hiking trip....
We were congregated in an outbuilding at a driving range where one of the scout leaders worked to warm up. Maybe too much hot cocoa or something but I got the urge like never before. I was told the nearest toilet was across the range so I took off running in blowing snow to find it. Once I got there it wasn't much better than being outdoors and shitting in the wind and snow but I unleash anyways. There's no paper or anything to wipe with so I start looking around. After a few minutes pondering whether to use my underwear I spot something tucked into a corner. It was a pair of sweatpants that looked like it had seen better days; they were covered in pine needles and cobwebs. I flipped them inside out, wiped and tossed them into the pit toilet when I was done. I ended up having to sacrifice half of a sock (cut it with my scout knife) to finish because I ran out of "clean" spots on the sweatpants.
I always carry a handkerchief now just in case.
We were congregated in an outbuilding at a driving range where one of the scout leaders worked to warm up. Maybe too much hot cocoa or something but I got the urge like never before. I was told the nearest toilet was across the range so I took off running in blowing snow to find it. Once I got there it wasn't much better than being outdoors and shitting in the wind and snow but I unleash anyways. There's no paper or anything to wipe with so I start looking around. After a few minutes pondering whether to use my underwear I spot something tucked into a corner. It was a pair of sweatpants that looked like it had seen better days; they were covered in pine needles and cobwebs. I flipped them inside out, wiped and tossed them into the pit toilet when I was done. I ended up having to sacrifice half of a sock (cut it with my scout knife) to finish because I ran out of "clean" spots on the sweatpants.
I always carry a handkerchief now just in case.
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