Disclaimer: What you’re about to read is not good for those who are easily made nauseous.
I woke up the next morning and I knew it was my time to “crap in the woods.” Whenever you’re hiking, you must know that day will come. Luckily, there is an outhouse at Iron Mountain shelter. Even luckier, someone had come up the previous week and installed a toilet seat on it and left some toilet paper. So I crawled out of my sack to go do some business. When I had finished, I realized I had blood in my urine. I have never had this before so I was freaking out.
I texted my friend Chris who is a doctor hoping he would get my text before we were ready to shove off. I walked back to the shelter where Mark was already looking around to build a fire. I told him what…
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