West
Squatter Fodder
After a long day of hitching (Pacifica, CA > Santa Cruz > CA > Monterey CA and a longer day of hiking through Monterey to get to a good hitch-out spot, my road dog and I decided to set up camp off of the highway in some woods. On our way into the bush we met an old bum named Merle who chatted us up and told us of his days as a hobo and several stories, finishing with a yarn about how a drunk man with a machete threatened him in a jungle and made him so mad he returned later with a gun and shot him in the shoulder. He waited for us to laugh and we kind of chuckled and headed on our way.
Found a nice spot under a canopy of trees and laid out our camp just in time; as it started to rain. That night it began to pour in a rainstorm that would last for weeks. I ventured outside of my bivy to take a dump before going to sleep, and since it was raining I excused myself from burying my shit for the first time in 5 months traveling. I was a little drunk and eager to get out of the rain; and of course I stepped in my own shit on the way back to camp. I didn't notice until my road dog hinted that I may not have wiped well enough... to my dismay there was a good collection of fecal matter on the bottom of my boots! I walked off a ways and spent five minutes cleaning off my boots with pine needles, getting soaked in the downpour. The lesson, kids: always bury your shit whenever possible! If you don't step in it someone else will.
Found a nice spot under a canopy of trees and laid out our camp just in time; as it started to rain. That night it began to pour in a rainstorm that would last for weeks. I ventured outside of my bivy to take a dump before going to sleep, and since it was raining I excused myself from burying my shit for the first time in 5 months traveling. I was a little drunk and eager to get out of the rain; and of course I stepped in my own shit on the way back to camp. I didn't notice until my road dog hinted that I may not have wiped well enough... to my dismay there was a good collection of fecal matter on the bottom of my boots! I walked off a ways and spent five minutes cleaning off my boots with pine needles, getting soaked in the downpour. The lesson, kids: always bury your shit whenever possible! If you don't step in it someone else will.