Our camp was in the Wind River. The night air had a bite. But my Coleman propane lantern kept me warm throughout the night.
Now some would say a sleeping bag is torture at its best. While mine is warm and comfy. I’d say better than the rest.
A nervous horse was pawing. I could hear him stomp the ground. A squirrel chattered back at him. I loved that night time sound.
But then as luck would have it, I’d say 2 a.m. or so. My rest was interrupted, ‘cuz I really had to go.
The thought of crawling out my tent was more than I could bear. And what if I got frostbite in a certain place down there.
Just then I realized I’d come prepared for this event. I wouldn’t have to leave my bag or crawl out of my tent.
I’d bought a plastic bottle and had ordered it online. ‘Twas a urination jug and it was sure to work just fine.
I prided my own self in doing something so profound. I thought, right then, I prob’ly am the smartest guy around.
I filled the jug up to the top and forced the lid on tight. Then I set it down beside me. Now I’d sleep till morning light.
It must have been an hour or so. I hadn’t slept quite yet. When I got a whiff of urine and my sleeping bag was wet.
Someone had poked a pin-hole, in my bottle, for a gag. I threw the bottle out the tent along with my wet bag.
I pulled some extra sweats on; turned my lantern up to high. I was going to get some sleep, that night, come heaven do or die.
The other fellas said I sure was noisy that first night. But I made it through the camping trip and didn’t get frostbite.