Bears shit in the woods, and so do I

Last weekend, Spouse and I made a trip to Colorado Springs. The drive includes Wilkerson Pass, where there are incredible views from a visitor station. Given the dearth of nearly anything from Buena Vista to just outside the Springs, odds are if you’re making that drive you’re ALSO making that stop.

The visitor station has bathrooms of the enclosed fancy port-a-john type. I loathe these things. I actually detest port-a-johns as a whole but I hate these things especially because the tanks are so large and frankly just about any damn thing could be swimming around down there and ohmygod I don’t talk about this because it gives me the screaming heebie jeebies.

This is all apropos of 1. Having stopped at the Wilkerson Pass visitor center, having to use the john and being skeeved out about it. 2. Thinking I would maybe post about the inherent ick factor of those facilities. 3. Reading THIS STORY in the local paper TWO DAYS after this adventure.

I’m not sure that I can convey exactly HOW MUCH that story freaks me out except to tell you that there are now two emergency TP rolls in my car.