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Last summer, we decided to go on a backpack camping trip in the forest bordering Mt. St. Helens. Peeing in the woods has never been a big deal for me, but I was concerned that I would have to shit; something that I had never done before. Typically, I can go two whole days without taking a shit, but I had the feeling I wouldn't make it through the whole trip. Even worse would be if the urge came while the six of us were hiking back out. So, I knew it would have to happen.
While we were equipped with toilet paper, I was still concerned about how much I would have to go through in order to properly clean my ass. And, since we weren't going to be bathing for those two days, a good clean cornhole was imperitive to me.
When the moment finally came, I grabbed the toilet paper and shovel, nodded "I'm going in" confidently to Slothrop, and started marching up the mossy hill. I found the perfect spot beside a huge cedar, dug a shallow hole by the roots (may as well fertilize the thing), and squatted down. Despite all my nervous tensing and uncertainty, that shit was in fact one of the easiest and cleanest I've ever experienced. Toilet paper probably wouldn't have even been necessary if I wasn't so concerned with cleanliness.
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