Hikes in the woods would be better if there were bathrooms around. Preferably clean ones.
Today the sun finally came out after days of rain and we knew we had to get out of the house; Bill suggested we try yet again to find the waterfall he is determined to find. We know it is somewhere along the Route du Chamrousse. We have tried two other times. I was certain the third time would be the charm.
It was warm at the house, so I just grabbed a light jacket as an afterthought. I put Kaitlyn in a light jacket. I could have used a reminder that we would be driving up the mountain then walking into a shady part of the woods. It was a wee bit cold. There were still a few determined piles of snow clinging to the sides of the path. To make things worse, we’d been walking for all of about two minutes when I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I had gone just before leaving the house to try to avoid just such a dilemma. Apparently, that second cup of coffee this morning was just kicking in.
So we walked. And the farther we walked, the more I could think about nothing but having to go to the bathroom. Eventually we could hear what sounded like a waterfall. It did not help my situation. Finally we came to a part of the path that had a little spot off to the side. I’m sure I’m not the first person to take advantage of it. (this is France, after all)
Then Kaitlyn had to go. I noticed she was wiggling around uncontrollably on a rock while eating a snack. So we stripped her from the waist down and Bill tried to hold her up. She managed to pee all over the place (which is why we stripped her). Ah, nature.
We never did find that waterfall.
When we traveled, Dad always had this thing about “hunting for turkey tracks.” I always wanted to get out of the car and look for those dog-gone turkeys too! Never did see any….