What, I hear you ask, is a vault toilet?
– Is it a place where those who have incredible wealth stored in a bank, upon needing to examine said wealth and suddenly being caught short in the excitement of the moment, are able to relieve themselves without leaving sight of their treasures?
– Or perhaps a toilet that requires a certain degree of gymnastic proficiency and an exquisite sense of timing?
– Yet still, a poorly spelled edifice that emits regular bursts of electricity through the seating area, encouraging participants not to dwell about their business, and thus abbreviating the waiting queue’s dances of desperation?
Pray, dear reader, read on and all will be revealed!
It’s 93 degrees F (34C) as we reach the base of Great Basin, Nevada. A chance at last for camping in blazing sunshine, no wind and no rain 🙂
But it wasn’t the base that we were to end up at….
All that I need is the air that I breathe…
A Perfect Day. A nightmare night. Heaven and Hell. Welcome to Yellowstone, the most beautiful place in the world.
We were warned to be careful about bear and moose. Sure enough, on our very first day of joint preparation…. he may have turned his nose up at us, but this guy just looked down on us. It was all too much for Nick so I had a chat with Orville here, who was hanging out in Valpo. He confirmed that something fishy was going on, so we finished up...