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- Which could you spend a whole week in: a treehouse, a tent or an underground bunker? See all answers
- July 7, 2009 by hshellen
- If I had to, I'd spend a week in a treehouse
The underground bunker is out of the question. Why? I think the reason is that people would choose that is because they honestly have an undergrond bunker that they built themselves cinderblock by cinder block waiting for armageddon. No thank you.
I have spent a week in a tent on many occaisons and I am a fan and have no real complaints. Initially, I thought I was going to go with a tent because what this decision really comes down to is the bathroom situation. I usually camp in areas where there is some sort of bathroom facility, flushing is preferred but not required. In essence, a designated area that is not a hole in the ground. The most rustic I have gotten on a tent camping trip was a 4 day rafting trip down the Klamath river. When you do a trip that consists of multiple days, you have a gear boat that is packed up and unloaded everyday. The gear includes clothes, food, kitchen supplies and the toilet. That's right, you pack your poop. The "toliet" (I term I use lightly) was an old amo can with a hole in the told and was lovingly referred to as "The Groover" because of the distinct groves it would leave in your butt cheeks. FUN! All number 2 was to go in the Groover and all liquid material was to go on the ground. Let's just say, you never know how close you are to your friends until you are staring in the face of their poop. Gross.
A funny side note here: On my first trip with this as the only bathroom option, I had no idea how to pee in the woods without taking my pants completly off. I have since learned but the fear of peeing on my pants and everyone knowing what I had done was not worth it to me, so I stripped naked from the waist down and prayed that no one would see me. I am sure I looked really attractive.
However, despite the grossness of pooping in a metal can, at least I am still on the same level as the bathroom. There are no stairs or branches to climb, no threat of falling out of trees to my death so my gut was telling me go with the tent.
But then I remembered this place in Oregon and it looks as though some of the treehouses even have bathrooms. Also, this is appealing because I never had a treehouse as a child and I think it is a childhood memory I may have missed out on. Maybe, if my husband is lucky, I'll let him in my club house...maybe.