What followed to my horror was something I had never considered. The boys didn’t seem perturbed by this as they casually wandered off in a semi-circle only a stone’s throw from each other. My insides viciously rumbled as I scanned all around me, fleetingly, looking for anything to hide behind. With plenty of fresh bear digs surrounding us, it served as a strong reminder that dispersing was not an option.
We finally emerged through the shwack onto a flat, bushless, wide open swath of land that expanded for as far as we could see, in all directions. With bear spray at our hips, we hurriedly bashed through the willows and climbed the muddy bank reaching the plateau of the tundra. Apologetically, I dragged them away from their breakfasts, but the matter was urgent- I didn’t have time to feel too bad.Ī few of the boys awkwardly confessed that they too desperately had to poop, but just didn’t want to go to the trouble- I will never understand this will-power.
With much teeth pulling and pleading, I managed to gather three boys to join me. I have always had a quick turn around after coffee, for better or for worse- right now worse. Despite my composed tone, there was a rough rumble in my belly, I was anything but calm in the painful silence that followed my question. I asked, into the cool morning air, if anyone would mind joining me on a poop errand. The willows blocked the step up to the tundra that I knew was right behind it. It was early morning, and I began looking behind me into the wall of thick willows that fanned out along the gravel bar, I had just finished my first black coffee of the trip.
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