My BIL was given a long lecture on defecating properly by his wife! He didn't take it well.:eek2: Must be the latest thing.
I replaced my toilets with "handicapped" toilets. Almost 2 inches higher. Much better!
Yea Earle, a regular toilet seems weird now. My toilets are Gerber Avalanches. What a name for a commode.
Mine is a supposedly temporary arrangement. There's a block in the back and front and one on each side. They're all Velcroed to the lid, so they lift with the lid. It's much easier to clean than one of the raising rings which go all way around. "Soldiers" remark reminded me that, way back, when my brother started practicing as a CPA, he had a real estate business on the side, with a partner, who came from very far back out in the sticks. He was old in the '50s. He had been raised using an outhouse and apparently used it by feet on each side of the hole. Occasionally, the other employees would come in and there would be muddy footprints on the lid and all hell would break loose. He died fairly shortly, while I was still working for my brother and I was drafted as pallbearer. The burial was in a little cemetery up in northern Madison County - in August. He weighed at least 300lb, and that was back in the day when the pallbearers were still expected actually to "bear." We struggled uphill with that casket and I've never been so drenched in a suit in my life. Personally, I've done a lot of pooping in my backpacking life while squatting and I can't tell that the results vary at all. Which leads to a couple of backpacking tales. One couple we use to pack with some time ago, the gal was a tall willowy blonde, former TV news anchor here. She confessed that she simply had to find a log to flop over. Her quads were just not strong enough for a squat. OK, a couple of other backpacking/poop tales. I was packing out in WY, Wind River Range, going back to camp, when I rounded a bend in the trail and there was a fat butt hanging out over a trunk, facing in my direction. He couldn't have been more than 25 feet from a small lake, strictly forbidden in the wilderness area rules of use. He tried to act indignant with me for discovering him, but I wasn't having any of it, no matter how few people were in the area and gave it right back to him. One last bizarre incident, also involving a tall willowy blonde. A friend and I had been illegally camping at High Rocks in the GSMNP and were coming over Blockhouse Mountain towards Spence Field. This is a very unfrequented part of the park. We came down into a campsite, once again rarely used, and there was a very pretty blond girl standing in the middle of the trail, in the middle of the campsite. Right beside her was her presumed boyfriend, pants around his ankles, in the middle of a dump. He was a dwarf. As we passed by, he snarled "A man can't take a crap anywhere these days." (He didn't use "crap.") Neither Chris nor I said anything. Hell, I couldn't think of anything to say. After we rounded a bend, I said "Did you see what I just saw?" He said "I think so..."