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“I’m Not Shittin’ You!” February 7, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke, Nature, People, Travel & Leisure.
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Huey,-Dewey-And-LouieWe attended a Travel Lecture at the library yesterday about “going” on a 103-mile Rafting Trip down the Middle Fork of the Salmon River in Idaho.

For six days and five nights, 24 participants and 6 guides brave white water by day and tent camping by night.

The scenery is spectacular and the quiet is deafening.

The guides do all the cooking and the heavy lifting, including setting up a portable toilet in a tent at a discrete distance from the campfire each night.

During the day?

The river is the toilet.

If you have to do your business, you wade into the not-so-balmy 50 degree water until you are waist high . . . then go with the flow.

You might want to position yourself upriver from fellow adventurers who “waddle into the wiver for a wee widdle.”

If you can’t avoid an upriver piddler, a friendly wave and inquiry (“are you shitting me?”) will have to suffice.

Problems arise when the river becomes a “low flow” toilet.

If the river is running low, the water is only 2 feet deep in places.  Squatting becomes the name of the game and strong thigh muscles are an asset.

If you’re weak in the knees at the thought, a spotter can hold you up while you bear down.

One year, a business man decided he needed to leave mid-trip to “attend to business.”  He didn’t say what kind of business was so pressing.

Donald-Duck-LaughingAs we left the presentation, BFF turned to me and said, “Kind of makes you rethink the whole buying Idaho Potatoes thing, doesn’t it?”

Aah . . . that’s better!

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