Quite a lovely experience. After smelling the wildflower potpourri, seeing the list a mile long of how many forest service people had cleaned it that week, I just knew that there wouldn't even be any poop splats if I looked down the hole ( which I usually make a rule to never do) but sure enough, I was brought back to reality....it WAS an outhouse afterall. Still, it had to be documented for future posterity.
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