My little "cabin" in the woods called to me the weekend of the new year... I needed the peace and quiet after such a hectic holiday! My place there is not much, believe me, but when I'm there the rest of the world tip toes away and I can hear the whisperings of my soul. It takes me to wonderful places, places of pure heart, genuine joy and deep relaxation. This is the winter view from my deck.... 
The trouble is that the place isn't set up to be year-round. So in winter there is no plumbing. There is propane heat and electricity, and there is a lodge with bathrooms and showers a mile away. Even so, who wants to get into the car and drive a mile every time nature calls? Now and then it won't be convenient.
Solution? Pee in the woods.
It's my third winter owning the place and I've never stooped that low... ha ha, pardon the pun. We were campers growing up, but my parents took us places that always had outhouses or plumbing. We never roughed it. I loved camping, loved being around nature, loved the black skies that glistened with starlight, loved the wildlife that graciously allowed us to intrude, loved the special kind of bond that formed sitting around the campfire. But the bathroom issue was never part of the fun. Especially, if you were like my sister, and dropped your flashlight INTO the hole at the outhouse and had to see it glow every time you returned there. The batteries lasted for days! Nasty!
My daughter, Monica, is a big-time camper and hiker... and she takes off into the wilderness. Here's one of her photos.... (Tim is in the tent!)
She gave me some pointers on the womanly art of peeing in the woods. Squat down as low to the ground as possible. Hold pants or clothes to the front. Lean forward. And ladies, let me say, it works like a charm. I'd add a fourth and fifth tip. Hold onto a tree! And carry Kleenex and wet wipes. This method will work in a pinch, but nothing beats the comforts of plumbing.
For those who might be wondering, Jack Frost nipped at more than my nose over the weekend!!! Tee hee...
(Guys have it made.) Steve drove down to share a new year's eve's champagne toast at Sue and Augie's cabin. He was quiet, as is his way, but cordial. It was simple, relaxing and wonderful to bring in the new year with them all. Augie started the new year with a few digs and jabs at his sister-in-law, me. What else is new? (Why do ALL my brother-in-laws pick on me so?) At least he popped his cork without shattering a window! Sue is a natural hostess, always. Full of smiles, she kept the champagne flowing! "This one is from Spain, guaranteed to not give headaches!" she promised.
After sleeping in late, I enjoyed New Year's Day in the tranquil woodland setting, watching birds come to my feeder and shadows grow long.... wondering what this new year will bring.
Time shall tell....
The trouble is that the place isn't set up to be year-round. So in winter there is no plumbing. There is propane heat and electricity, and there is a lodge with bathrooms and showers a mile away. Even so, who wants to get into the car and drive a mile every time nature calls? Now and then it won't be convenient.
Solution? Pee in the woods.
It's my third winter owning the place and I've never stooped that low... ha ha, pardon the pun. We were campers growing up, but my parents took us places that always had outhouses or plumbing. We never roughed it. I loved camping, loved being around nature, loved the black skies that glistened with starlight, loved the wildlife that graciously allowed us to intrude, loved the special kind of bond that formed sitting around the campfire. But the bathroom issue was never part of the fun. Especially, if you were like my sister, and dropped your flashlight INTO the hole at the outhouse and had to see it glow every time you returned there. The batteries lasted for days! Nasty!
My daughter, Monica, is a big-time camper and hiker... and she takes off into the wilderness. Here's one of her photos.... (Tim is in the tent!)
She gave me some pointers on the womanly art of peeing in the woods. Squat down as low to the ground as possible. Hold pants or clothes to the front. Lean forward. And ladies, let me say, it works like a charm. I'd add a fourth and fifth tip. Hold onto a tree! And carry Kleenex and wet wipes. This method will work in a pinch, but nothing beats the comforts of plumbing.
For those who might be wondering, Jack Frost nipped at more than my nose over the weekend!!! Tee hee...
(Guys have it made.) Steve drove down to share a new year's eve's champagne toast at Sue and Augie's cabin. He was quiet, as is his way, but cordial. It was simple, relaxing and wonderful to bring in the new year with them all. Augie started the new year with a few digs and jabs at his sister-in-law, me. What else is new? (Why do ALL my brother-in-laws pick on me so?) At least he popped his cork without shattering a window! Sue is a natural hostess, always. Full of smiles, she kept the champagne flowing! "This one is from Spain, guaranteed to not give headaches!" she promised.
After sleeping in late, I enjoyed New Year's Day in the tranquil woodland setting, watching birds come to my feeder and shadows grow long.... wondering what this new year will bring.Time shall tell....
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