Gotta Go

One of the aspects of the AT thus far that I’ve been thankful for are the privies at shelter areas. They aren’t always the cleanest places, but they’re a welcome sight when relief is needed. So far, they’ve been mouldering privies, using worms, mulch, and air to break everything down to compost. You must toss a handful of wood chips or leaves over your deposit, so it’s virtually necessary to make eye contact with the contents of the privy. It’s not pleasant, but it gives you an idea of your general health that day.

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.