We went to an incredible campground last week, echolakeresort.com. Everything about the place was great, 40 minutes from home, no cell service, play area for the kids, great fishing, decent sites and prices, pristine lake to swim, canoe and fish on. The chipmunks and squirrels and Kingfishers and Blue Jays, running and flying all around us all the time. It was a terrific experience.
And then, I needed to use the bathroom. There are plenty of out houses on the property, which I don’t mind using, and even full fledged flush toilet and showering facilities. I decided to use the outhouse, closest to our site, after all it was more convenient. In I walked. No door to enter. Hmmm? I walked around the small L shaped corner, no door. Then I saw not one seat, but TWO seats side by side in the stinky wooden commode. Side by side! I had a “what the?” moment as I cautiously peeked around and flipped the lid with my foot, I did the hover and as fast as I could I scampered out of there. I wonder how many people use this fascinating commode whilst another lady does her business? No thank you.
The rest of the weekend I hobbled myself over to the modern facilities for fear that some unfortunate soul would wander in through the open door, or worse yet, Yoggi Bear.