I was dismayed to discover that in the Smokies the park discourages priviies. Instead, the “toilet areas” sprout toilet paper like weeds. In Tennessee, there’s a long stretch with no privies as well. It takes a special sort of backcountry skill to cope in these places, and I still find it tricky. So let me say many thanks to those who provide the privies, as it’s one simple creature comfort that I’d rather not leave at home.