Pretty sweet, huh?
This is where I slept, ate, played and laughed.
It is also where I pooped. Lots. For some reason my bowels decided to go into overdrive the moment we set foot in the woods. And while every one else on the trip agonized about their movements - most would rather keep it tight for 4 days until they got back into to civilization, you see- I, like Brother Bear, couldn't get out of my canoe fast enough each day so I could leave my mark on the wilderness. Insane.
Now watch: I'm gonna go to Paris in a month and be constipated for a week.