About Going, a flash series, part 4, She Keeps Going and going and going

 Sorry, I can’t stop flashing about going. I’ve recovered memories of two more experiences I’ve had—using alternative plumbing.

I was offered a residency by the sea at an old shanty on Cape Cod. I know, blessed. It was entirely off the grid. There was a small propane burner and fridge. Water had to be hauled from a pump that needed priming at the bottom of a dune behind the shack. The outhouse was not super close, but along the dune ridgeline after a slight slope. Again, the views were tremendous.

We were instructed that after going number two to add a scoop of popcorn on top of the job. Close lid. Before leaving the residency we were asked to pop another batch of corn for the next person. Sometimes I would sit there and eat popcorn, watch the gulls or perhaps seals off the coast, and go.

In 2018 I was on a cycle tour from Amsterdam to Sandnes, Norway and was up in the Telemark Mountains—after hiking in to a mountain hut. It was remote and fabulous. The sun stayed up until almost midnight and the days were warm on my skin. There was a pond for bathing and one strictly for drinking water. Potties were off from the regular rooms, in a side area but indoors. After using we were to toss some sawdust on top, to aid in the composting. Surprisingly there was little odor. On my last morning I got up and used the facilities and headed out over the boulder-strewn hills, relaying my gear back to my bike locked to a post in a roadside parking lot. I never saw another person.