It's Okay, You're Camping

89.3 miles later, about 1 1/2 hours(thank you google maps).

Next was the privy that would soon become very well known to me, which for the duration of our little vacation became a home away from home.



You give up certain expectations when you go camping(unless you bring your own toilet with you). So when you see a hundred new little caterpillars crawling out of the service door(I'm sorry I don't have pictures), or notice that there is no soap for washing your hands, or even that at some point the restrooms became a playground for a mob of little children playing with the faucets, you don't mind quite as much as if you were elsewhere. After all, there is worse out there when camping, so with flushing and running water, and toilet paper, you're grateful. Besides, I brought an extra bar of soap which may or may not still be there.



This recieves the prestigious line rating, for daring to simply be what it is, a campgound latrine. It was cleaned every day, or at least maintained. There was that floor to worry about, and I definitely still used a makeshift sani-cover out of strips of toilet paper (am I the only person who does that?). But when you've got views like these waiting outside, you tend to forget what's behind you.





And by that I don't mean the little nubbins in my backpack. This wasn't even a good trip as far as pictures go, so unfortunately these don't do justice to that canyon, but you get the idea.