Gotta Go

One aspect of the AT 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, most have been moldering privies. They use 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.

When we reached the Smokies, I was dismayed to discover that the national park discourages privies. You're left to your own devices. As a result, the “toilet areas” near the shelters sprout toilet paper like weeds.

Now we've hit a long stretch in Tennessee with no privies as well. It takes a special sort of backcountry skill to cope, and I still find it tricky.

So let me say many thanks to those who provide the privies, as it’s one creature comfort that I’d rather not leave at home.