This story takes us once again to King's Canyon National Park. It's a sequel to my last post, so be sure to read that...
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| King's River |
The next morning... After nightmares of the campground flooded with sewage, I unfortunately woke with an urgent need to make a trip back to the dreaded bathroom. Great.
25 minutes later... I walked very quickly back to our tent and threw open the door flap, in a hurry to get out of sight. Tabitha, seeing me standing there with the front of my pajama pants soaking wet, gasped and exclaimed, "What happened to you?! Well, let me tell you.... I woke up and I had to use the restroom, but I was obviously not about to go to the one we used last night! So I walked the opposite way, down the path to the handicap bathroom. But unfortunately, when I got there it was closed for cleaning. Of course. So I had to quickly walk aaallll the way back past here and to the bad bathroom. But when I got there, it was out of order! Uh oh. Don't think about that right now! So... this all took about 10 minutes, and by this time I had to go so badly that I ran back over to the handicap bathroom again. Thankfully it was open by the time I got there! So I was finally able to relieve myself. I then washed my hands and went to use the hand dryer, which is squeezed in a small space between the sink and the stall. While I was drying my hands, a little girl came in to fill up a water balloon. In the tight area, I had to scoot a little to make room for her. Well, this child decided to turn on the water first, then try to hook the balloon over the faucet...which, obvious to anyone who has filled a water balloon ever in their life, does not work! So she tried to force a tiny balloon over a flowing faucet, causing the stream of water to shoot to the side, hitting me directly in the front of my pants. Now I'm stuck here between the stall, the sink, the hand dryer and her, and she just goes, "Oh no, oh no!" but doesn't stop for like 3 seconds. Oh goodness. Really? Once she finally stopped, she just stared at me wide-eyed til I started laughing in spite of myself and told her it was okay, then she bolted out the door. And so, here I am, trying to get into the tent, not wanting anyone assume other reasons for why I could be coming back from the bathroom with wet pants.
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| Tab & I at Grizzly Falls |
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| Fishing at Zumwalt Meadow |
