San Francisco- pooping here is a lot like home, except that my boyfriend likes to just walk into the bathroom as he pleases which adds such anxiety that I feel I can't take the time to sit and relax. I do a lot of public bathroom pooping because the privacy provides peak pooping pleasure. I poop when I can, you know me, it's always a struggle
Seattle- crazy feces fest at the space needle- altitude? privacy? all subway diet? fresh northwest beer? all of these.
Portland- I know I love this city because a) $2.75 pitchers of PBR and b) I pooped like a champ. at least 2 lucky days ... a day! I jest not.
Somewhere between So. Oregon and Seattle - so a trailer with a bunch of logs on it. About 2-3 ft in diameter and thought: what would it feel like to poop that?
Yosemite- so exciting. Would I have to poop in the woods? wipe with a leaf? bury the remains six inches below the surface? do bears like or hate poop smell? Who knows?? there was only one day out of 5 where i didn't come across some sort of composting toilet at a backpackers camp. And at the end of that 32 hour period I had the greatest poop in recent memory. Perfectly long and lucky. so much walking, water, dehydrated soups. You can't live like that, but it was an experience.
Next stop Denver: which I know from experience is not good. Something about the altitude, I assume. It dehydrates.
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