An enduring memory I have of camping as a young teenager in the cascades is treking off through the trees by myself, in the pitchy black with my weak flashlight, to use the outhouse before turning in for the night. The trees LOOMED and there were BIG, knobby roots across the little winding path. When I got to the outhouse I had to set my flashlight down to unfasten my jeans. I set it on the only available dry spot (a little bitty space in back of the seat). As soon as I let go of it, it fell off and broke plunging me into the darkest dark you can imagine. I peed anyway because I had put off the trip past the point of comfort already. The experience was made more scary by a cold breeze blowing up out of the hole I was sitting on. Whoever had laid out the campground had thoughtfully tucked the outhouse out of sight of any of the campsites so I couldn't see where I was going on the way back, tripped over one of the roots and fell down. Then when I did make it back to a land where there were campfires and people and laughter, I was scolded for being careless and breaking a flashlight.
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An enduring memory I have of camping as a young teenager in the cascades is treking off through the trees by myself, in the pitchy black with my weak flashlight, to use the outhouse before turning in for the night. The trees LOOMED and there were BIG, knobby roots across the little winding path. When I got to the outhouse I had to set my flashlight down to unfasten my jeans. I set it on the only available dry spot (a little bitty space in back of the seat). As soon as I let go of it, it fell off and broke plunging me into the darkest dark you can imagine. I peed anyway because I had put off the trip past the point of comfort already. The experience was made more scary by a cold breeze blowing up out of the hole I was sitting on. Whoever had laid out the campground had thoughtfully tucked the outhouse out of sight of any of the campsites so I couldn't see where I was going on the way back, tripped over one of the roots and fell down. Then when I did make it back to a land where there were campfires and people and laughter, I was scolded for being careless and breaking a flashlight.