Ontario Hunter
AH legend
Hah, hah. Yeah that's roughing it. Pfft. My shower was also an enamel bucket. Filled it 2/3, warm the water on the stove, stuff my head in it, wash hair, rinse, peel off my clothes, and sponge bath the rest of me with what remained of soapy water. No one to do my laundry every day. Douse my dirty duds in the creek behind the tent and hang them inside the tent from the ridge pole to dry in the night (hopefully!). No chef to cook my grub. Nalleys chili or Dinty Moore stew out of a can was the usual one-course evening meal. A couple slices of bread on the side and chocolate dipped granola bar for desert. Spam and eggs for breakfast with spam sandwich for lunch on the track. I remember one night getting back to camp at 11:00 p.m. Trying to speed things up so I could get in the sack, I brought the mini gas BBQ into the tent and sat in front of it as my canned meal cooked. I fell asleep sitting in the lawn chair, head dropped in my lap. At some point I fell over and hit the floor. I was barely able to crawl to the tent flap, dragging my half conscious black Lab. That old tent was surprisingly air tight. Very stupid.