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To: Mojave

When our boys were growing up we rarely missed a weekend camping, fishing, jeeping in the mountains or at Pismo or on the desert. When you’re out on a jeep trail, there are no potties. Not even a bucket. You did your business behind a rock or tree or even just behind the jeep if need be. Thank God Sheila was a trooper.


40 posted on 08/06/2010 12:13:21 PM PDT by Jim Robinson (JUST VOTE THEM OUT! teapartyexpress.org)
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To: Jim Robinson

Same here Jim. It wasn’t every weekend for us, but often enough. I still enjoy a good night under the stars. When in nature, do what the other animals do. I do think it’s a good idea to dig a hole, do your business, and cover it up when you’re ready to return home.


50 posted on 08/06/2010 12:18:52 PM PDT by DoughtyOne (Latest most accurate Az Poll to date, of 14 likely voters: McCain 137%, Hayworth -37% (+/- 92%))
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To: Jim Robinson

The toilet seat thing is really an invention of Western culture. Not that it isn’t quite convenient when available. Squat-on-feet pooping can be a strange and perhaps unbalancing experience for one not habituated to it (as in much of Asia). As a redneck, the outhouse is as far as I will take it — I don’t want to fall backwards into the poop spot, or get shat-up legs.


57 posted on 08/06/2010 12:22:30 PM PDT by HiTech RedNeck (I am in America but not of America (per bible: am in the world but not of it))
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To: Jim Robinson

Thanks for sharing that insight into your earlier life.

I grew up in the country and knew enough to not use poison ivy leaves and to avoid the stinging nettles if I needed to go.


76 posted on 08/06/2010 12:32:00 PM PDT by listenhillary (When will our government stop abusing us and stop hurting our children?)
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To: Jim Robinson
In 1978 I have the priviledge of going on a National Outdoor Leadership School course in the mountains of Wyoming. We would dig a communal latrine pit when we reached a campsite and cover it up when leaving the site.

One of the participants was an engineer and rigged a seat over the pit with some branches. He was all proud of it until the heaviest guy in the group sat on it and it broke, pitching him rump-first into the well-used latrine. He bunny-hopped with his pants around his ankles to a nearby pond and jumped in, screaming at the top of his lungs all the way.

97 posted on 08/06/2010 12:47:33 PM PDT by dirtboy
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