Went camping last weekend to a Girl Scout camp. Hmm, not sure I am allowed to use the term Girl Scout anymore, but what the heck.
We stayed at Hilltop, a pretty cool looking area overlooking the pond and having really heavy tents over wooden frames with wooden bunks and the ever-comfortable mattresses. So we leave a bit late for camp, Wags took off and John seemed to think running up the massive hill was better than driving. Then traffic. Then, dinner with Beth and Kelly's girls. Then Lynn missed the exit and Beth, Kelly and I sat in front of a gun store with the girls for 40 minutes until Lynn found us. Then Beth realized she forgot their chicken and we stopped at Safeway. We got to camp in the dark.
So Lynn and the girls drag our stuff to our big tent while I drag the ultra heavy stuff to the kitchen shelter. Little did I know I made the more physically challenging choice but the less mentally challenging one. SPIDERS. Big nasty spiders that don't die. Lynn is not freaked by anything, but she was skittish from killing endless spiders in our tent. None of us slept the first night.
At some point, had to use the bathroom. At this camp, mostly biffy's are the toilet. A biffy for those who do not know, is an outhouse. Peeee Yooouuuuu. usually it is not that bad, but last weekend, it was BAD. It was worse than BAD. It was killer gross.
I actually gagged and could not stay in the biffy long enough to pee. I ended up tying a bandanna around my face and then stuck my nose and mouth below my tshirt level so I would smell as little as possible. Then I decided on Saturday morning that deodorant was bad as I could kill more stench in the biffy by NOT using deodorant. There is something seriously wrong with that, but sometimes survival of the fittest leads you down very sad roads.
At any rate, I believe I used the biffy once or twice a day and no more. There was no explanation on why they smelled so bad, this was just a bad week that was warm enough to create an unthinkable stench.
So...now I am thinking we must go to River Ranch next encampment....they have flush toilets.
You can't beat that with a stick.
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Aaaahhh! This brings back memories :) When my girls and I talk about the BIFFY, we are not as kind as you were! There had to be a massive amount of dead animals in there...seriously :( Although, once we started closing the lid regularly, it did start to smell a little bit better...or maybe we just got used to throwing-up in our mouths :)
Yeah, it was really bad!!!! Maybe some animals fell into the biffy, I never thought of that!!! GROSS!
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