What awaits a weary traveler in remote places in need of modern plumbing?

The wretched fifth of others, spawned of the Devil's anus. The picture above comes courtesy of the Ranier, OR harbor. I'm only on the second day of my journey, but I'm thinking about abandoning the use of public toilets in rest areas. It's as if the average Joe finds these places and takes license to reenact the infamous Irish prison "Brown Protests."

What I've witnessed is beyond contempt. Rural Philistines have found a way to smear their peristalsic innards on the walls. The walls! This gives new meaning to the "Columbia River Gorge."

Many of you might want to see beautiful pictures of panoramic sunsets--and they're coming--but I want to share my lesser experienced with those that have, or want, to try such an endeavor.
If I find a greater biohazard, I'll post it.

Finally, for those that know me from my "racing days" on the lowly second tier Missouri MTB circuit in the 90's, this is quite a fitting entry for my "Brown Hornet" moniker.

Moving on.
6/2/2013 04:53:25 pm

did you bring a small spade with you? poop it like a soldier, soldier!

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Jonathan Leahey
6/2/2013 05:20:03 pm

I just gotta use my hands Mary!

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Jessica McLaren
6/3/2013 01:08:23 am

LOVE the scatology report. I wish I was surprised. But even in the Marble Cathedral loos of the most prestigious (read, most Satantic and inane) law firms in New York City, the WOMEN's bathrooms (since I wasn't a man back then), I was assaulted by the sight of so much urine on the seat, maxi-pads in ALL the wrong places, inappropriately unwrapped and misplaced tampons, and fecal smears that would insult a canine's sensibilities, that I often imagined rhesus macaques swinging from the stall rafters peeing, pooping and shrieking mating calls all the while. It was my comic way of dealing with the disaster at hand. Otherwise I might have become like Howie Mandel. And about all the urine on the seats in women's rooms... EVEN if ladies are playing hover-craft... SERIOUSLY women, the hole is usually far larger than the freaking seat, so unless you are practicing hoolahoop while going, I truly do not understand. It is as if you are aiming for the seat. It's personal.

Aside from that... I dig the pics, and wish you a safe and gorgeous ride. I also hope the kids are not too sad. I just wanted to hug Camille who looks so heart-broken in that photo. I hope the first family-meet-up is soon. Blessings to each of you and be safe.
Jessie

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