Shitting in the Woods, aka Camping

This past weekend Sam and I went camping in Tate City, Ga, population 32. It was awesome!!! I had had a bad week after receiving some bad news and I was a very stressed out emotional wreck. Being away from everything and everyone was exactly what I needed. Mother Nature has a way of soothing ragged nerves and battered spirits like nothing else, except whiskey. Combine the two and you can take on about any challenge. Sam's hip did absolutely fine which was great because the trails were carved along the mountainside with the trees growing over to form an arching and twisting canopy. Sam found a Gandalf-worthy branch, which he broke in two for us each to have a walking stick. The best part, well actually the funniest part, was that Sam brought his elevated toilet seat from after his surgery, it's basically a walker/toilet-seat chair hybrid that you position over the toilet so you can do your thing from a easier height for post-surgery. Sam dug a 4 foot hole and set the toilet seat over it. Since no one else was around, you could sit on the toilet seat in the middle of the woods, surrounded by its ambiance and do...your...thing, afterwards covering it with a layer of lime and dirt. It was awesome and the best shit ever, sorry for the TMI but it was amazing to say the least and coming home to our un-naturey bathroom was a let-down. I should always be able to listen to birds chirping, river waters rushing, and look at the pretty leaves on the trees while I do my business. It was what God intended, except when it's cold, hot, or raining. Then you thank God for indoor plumbing.