Bathroom / Toilet Paper
I saved the best part for last. This had to of been the one thing the women were worried about – especially Rene. It was also something Tommy was concerned about before the trip. His mother told a story that he asked her if he could practice out back of their house before he went. That gave everyone at the family gathering at the time a long, hearty laugh.
Everywhere on the trip, Rene carried toilet paper with her. She even took a roll for the portage trip home, just in case she needed to stop. The portage out was early, and she avoided coffee that morning so it didn’t percolate her digestive system into motion.
The women used a lot of wet wipes, but in defense, they had to dig a hole every time they went. Men have it a bit easier in that aspect. The line for the shovel, in the morning after coffee, was amusing. Someone was always looking for the shovel or waiting for it to return from use in the woods.
By the time we were done with the trip, the area we used looked like a mine field. Carefully dug and refilled holes sprouted up out of every nook and cranny. The most popular spots by trees and rocks (to hold your balance on) had been picked away - leaving a person to get creative on where to go number two, drop the kids off, pinch a loaf, cop a squat, or take a dump.
We never did run out of toilet paper, but it probably would have been the right amount had the women not brought wet wipes. One roll even ended up in the mini van for Grandpa Joe’s and my ride home – left by Rene – just in case.
Using the bathroom in the woods isn’t difficult. It just takes some balance and a way to hold the toilet paper. It’s uncomfortable, but doable. However, I’m sure everyone was happy to sit on a porcelain commode once it was all over.
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