Spinning on the turntable: Eagles: Greatest Hits 1975 and 1980
I originally began this post discussing our great day of killer miles and high wind. There was one point in the day, oh my gosh it was epic! I had the Eagles playing “Take it easy” in the earbuds as we were treking along a ridge line with amazing views. Epic! In any case, that’s not the post you’re getting today.
Today is about poo, sans pictures. For the easily offended or mortified, we’ll see you tomorrow!
We talked about this post and decided that it’s (poop issues) real and something we deal with on a daily basis while hiking, so we’ll share it with you.
We purchased Imodium AD, new toothbrushes, toothpaste, water bottles and additional hand sanitizer at the pharmacy last night. We were concerned that we picked up a bad batch of water somewhere and it was giving us diarrhea, so out with the old and in with the new.
We use water filtration systems (Sawyer squeezes) but we don’t chemically treat the water before we drink it. We’re carrying water purification tablets but don’t use them. They’re for an emergency in case the Sawyer squeeze malfunctions.
In any case, today I’m ready to buy stock in Imodium AD. Call it what you will, I’ll call it a very much appreciated and blessed cork.
So far I’ve only hit the Daily Double once but the possibility of hitting the trifecta, or perhaps a grand slam, leaves me in awe.
Single=Pooping on shoes
Double=Pooping on shoes and on the clean up bag. Clean up bag contains small cat hole hand trowel, wet wipes, bag for dirty wet wipes and hand sanitizer.
Trifecta=Pooping on the shoes, the clean up bag and the trousers.
Grand slam=?
Keep in mind that we’re both dealing with explosive diarrhea. (Noelle here: oh my word, are you really writing that??? 😳😳) Trying to urgently locate a remote location to dig a cat hole that can’t be seen from the trail, drop trousers, drop the under wear, crouch, aim and fire. It’s a bit complicated when the upset stomach delivers an immediate evacuation notice.
We’ve both had our separate moments of humiliation, caught like a deer in the headlights, when a fellow hiker comes bouncing around a corner like a jack rabbit and we’re slightly, uh, exposed and in a vulnerable position. We try to tag team these events and one of us will stand guard a few meters away on the trail to block any potential drive by victims. Well, we stand guard after putting in our earbuds.
So here’s to hoping that next week is a little more kind to our intestinal tracts!
Yikes! That’s an experience for the books. It sounds so awful. Were you able to make your intended miles?
Safe and health journeys my friends. Love you.
I think that a Grand Slam = somehow pooping on your shirt. Never give up! You can do it.
😂😂😂
Oh I can relate. Explosive diarrhea is the worse. And when you have to go, there is no shame. You just gotta go, onlookers beware. 💩 💩 💩
😳 💩 😁
This was very funny and it brought back memories of us hiking the Grand Canyon. On the way down we saw these sign’ no pooping on trail’. On the way up several hours later I knew why they posted that. Let me just tell you , hiking up hill in sweltering heat for hours is not easy. Number 2 was not just knocking on the door. It was slamming against it.
I hope you have a restful end of the week. And I enjoy reading y’all’s blogs. Happy wanderlust!!
After a couple of poops on the trail one’s sensitivity to embarrassment lessens. Thank God for Immodium AD.
LMBO!!!!!!!
no pun intended
Glad you guys have a sense of humor
Have A Blessed & Safe Week
Noelle, this is so funny! I know it’s not for y’all but it is and will be in the book that y’all write! Is this something that happens to all hikers or just something special for my niece and her hubby? Be safe, love you!