Making the Camp Toilet
My dad taught me to camp before I was potty trained. My family went to pristine forest camps in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in the forties. We walked to springs for our water and cooked fresh trout and hash browns with onions on a cast iron griddle over the campfire. My dad’s two rules of camping were to "respect Mother Nature" and "always leave the campsite cleaner than we found it". He w
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