I have ordered two devices to help me with the whole peeing in the woods thing. One is called a You Go Girl! and I am too afraid to open it. The other is a "camping chamber pot" ($8.99 on Amazon)...because it seems that we are not supposed to pee in anything but the river. That would make the canyon yucky for others...so they said we should use a wide mouthed bottle to use in the tent. (Dr. Knauth suggests that we put duct tape around it to keep from confusing it with our water bottle.) For "more serious things" there is a port o potty that some poor souls have to set up and put on the raft and take out of the canyon.
I am actively praying for the measles, while Thomas is happily booking small, private dangerous planes to whisk us to and fro. I have heard him humming.
All but two of my friends ooohed and ahhed at the sound of the trip-
"I am SOOO jealous!" One woman gave me a very expensive coffee table book filled with the most glorious photographs of water and scorpions.
But Boo and Robin (God bless them) both said it sounded like hell. Boo stated flatly we are too old.
But that's the thing! I am among the youngest (and least educated) on the trip. Throngs of elderly are writing in to introduce themselves and express their euphoria at being able to come. Others are on their umpteenth trip....they are somewhere between garden variety Gung Ho and the throws of a religious experience.
But buried in the questions posed to Professor K was this exchange:
Ok so now I am interested....also I bought a bunch of camping clothes and am kind of into the idea of a trip where I am only bringing two shirts. I may have to pack an extra one though if I am going to see Powell's ghost.
All blogging will be done old school on a notepad and posted when I return to civilization. If I don't return- someone find that notebook; but most importantly: don't touch the bottle with the duct tape!