I realize this is probably asking for karmic retribution, but I am pretty lucky in that if I am travelling and in a place where I can poop without too much trauma, I will, and if there isn't a good place to go...I don't have to, usually.
There was one time in the desert outside Barstow that was a notable exception, but I'm blaming that on some questionable fish. It was a great learning experience in how much cleaning you can get done with a handful of napkins from the glovebox and a pair of underwear.
At any rate, I started the day with a pretty satisfying deuce. Kinda sloppy, but no strain.
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