Don came across the following story while perusing the Postholer forums/journals. I wish I could find exactly where this came from so I could give proper credit to the author!
"The red alert came in while I was avoiding the worst of the afternoon sun under a tree. I dug my TP and fluorescent orange plastic trowel out of my pack and quickly headed perpendicular to the trail. It was obvious that I would need to cover some distance so as not to be visible from the trail. After trotting deep into the bush and digging a hole I was feeling pretty good about my trail defecation expertise.
I couldn't place the whooshing noise at first. It sounded like it was coming from the sky, but didn't sound like a plane. If it was a bird it would have to be huge. Plastic shovel in hand, I searched the sky for the intruder.
I can't be sure if the glider plane pilot saw me or not, but if he did, the scene was something like this: To the left, a guy shitting on the ground while waving a bright orange plastic shovel in the air - to the right, less than 100 yards away (but out of sight for the shitter), a porta-potty, the first civilized place to take a dump in over 110 miles of trail."
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Oh wow, I just burst out laughing at that story. Especially nice b/c I've got a cold and am grumpy about it. Thanks so much for sharing the laugh!
ReplyDeleteWell, the author would be my son. We are also following all the journals and are really enjoying everyone's photos and adventure stories.
ReplyDeleteThanks for spreading the humor.
Here is the address to his journal.
www.postholer.com/fignon89