Birds
do it. Bees do it…oops, wrong subject. Bears do it. Yup, they do. Now you know, the answer is yes if you are
ever asked. I know my dog does it, and amazingly,
without any training at all, does so, politely, off trail. However, we do keep the doggie waste bag
companies in business.
What
the heck am I talking about? I am talking about toileting in the woods.
It
is true that men do have the advantage to be able to pee standing up. Women, however, have excelled in the art of utilizing
toilets, especially public bathrooms. We twist and turn, squat, lean on an
elbow, whatever it takes so as not to touch any surfaces. If you have mastered that skill you can go ahead and get out into the woods with confidence,
knowing that when it comes to peeing outside, you can utilize the squat without touching anything technique and have success.
However,
I think both sexes can agree that we are pretty much equal when it comes to,
how to say this politely…..pooping outside.
This is a learned skill and can have negative results because it takes a
little longer to do the deed than pee.
You
might ask why bring up such a less than desirable topic of conversation. Well, two things, wait, three reasons
why….the first is our own wilderness toilet misadventure, one of many I am sure
will take place, that was just so wicked funny for all of us, well, except one,
at the time, but now we all can look back and laugh.
While
on an overnight camping adventure, my partner experienced one of the very fears
that probably prevents most women from venturing out into the woods for a long
period of time in the first place. There is the general toileting fear, but the
most dreaded fear of all - will my legs cramp
and give out? My partner tried their
best to prepare for it, found the ideal spot; braced themselves against a
downed limb; everything is a go, until…your worst fear happens and your legs do give out and your full weight shifts tcompletely onto that limb. note to self… be sure the log you prop yourself up against will support your full weight.
My
partner seemed to be gone a very long time simply taking care of business. I began
to wonder if they got lost or got attacked by some wild beast. Of all the
things that could have happened to my them out there in the wild woods of NH, getting impaled by a
tree limb already on the ground was not at the top of this city girl’s list. We have hiked on windy days, and even walked in our yard, as branches fell all around. Not once have we been "attacked" by branches on the ground.
I soon learned their time was not being taken up answering nature’s call, or wandering around lost, but from pulling shards of splinted tree parts out of their arse; all the while trying to stand back up after the limb collapsed beneath them. Picture if you will, pants twisted down around your ankles, you are experiencing pain, literally in the butt, and you are now attempting to stand on the very legs that collapsed beneath you in the first place, all while trying to pluck pieces of bark and branches out that are embedded in your butt. It is not every day you have to assist in first aid because of a snapped tree limb that left toothpick like debris stuck in someone’s butt… I, of course, thought it was hysterical, that sort of crazy laughter that comes when you see someone trip and fall and you laugh so hard trying to help them up.
I soon learned their time was not being taken up answering nature’s call, or wandering around lost, but from pulling shards of splinted tree parts out of their arse; all the while trying to stand back up after the limb collapsed beneath them. Picture if you will, pants twisted down around your ankles, you are experiencing pain, literally in the butt, and you are now attempting to stand on the very legs that collapsed beneath you in the first place, all while trying to pluck pieces of bark and branches out that are embedded in your butt. It is not every day you have to assist in first aid because of a snapped tree limb that left toothpick like debris stuck in someone’s butt… I, of course, thought it was hysterical, that sort of crazy laughter that comes when you see someone trip and fall and you laugh so hard trying to help them up.
The
second reason I share this questionable subject matter is, shortly after the
“incident”, my partner received a couple of helpful books on the matter from
good friends, “How to Shit in the Woods”
by Kathleen Meyer, and “Up Shit Creek – A Collection of Horrifyingly True
Wilderness Toilet Misadventures” by Joe Lindsay. We were surprised to learn that these are two
of many books out there on the subject. A side note here is one of these gems
came from the same good friend, (who will
now be known as Double K), who suggested I read “Not Without Peril” by Nicholas
Howe, before climbing Mount
Washington for “inspiration” she
said. (See previous blog Seek the Peak) I see a wicked sinister sense of
humor being revealed…and love it! The
books might have been more beneficial prior to overnight stays in the woods,
but serve as a pleasant reminder of how something so simple can be so
challenging.
The
third reason, in case you are still counting, is it gives me a chance to share
a funny scene from a cute
chick flick starring Renee Zellweger and Harry Connick, Jr, called “New in
Town”. It is how I felt about the matter early on in my outdoor adventures. Ms. Zellweger’s character is a
high class, MBA type from a Fortune 500 type of company in Miami and Connick is
a Union president at a food processing plant in a blue-collar town in
Minnesota. The typical story of two
different worlds colliding, culture shock, learning, adapting, falling in love,
blah blah blah type of film. There is a great scene where the female lead
character is on a hunting trip with the blue-collar guys and of course nature calls. I just love this scene. The banter between the City gal from Miami
and the Foreman of the processing company, in a classic Minnesotan accent is priceless:
Stu: “Are you such a city girl
you can't pee outside?”
you can't pee outside?”
Lucy: delivered with just the right amount of sarcasm...“You see, Stu, that's just one
of the advantages of being a city girl……You don't have to.”
of the advantages of being a city girl……You don't have to.”
I
don’t deny I still take full advantage of being a city girl, hitting the indoor restrooms, or in a desperate
pinch, a porta potty, whenever possible before heading out on any outdoor trek.
My plan continues to be avoiding having to do any toileting in the woods in the
first place. Tease me if you must for wanting to stop en route to any
destination to use actual toilet facilities, but this City Girl, lacking in
rugged outdoor skills, has yet to be injured
answering nature’s call.