We arrived back at the TH at Stevens Pass at , & it turns out my friend had to take a gigantic, crampy poop. Had to go ever since breakfast, but held it in. He’d refused to go in the woods. Wanted to drive down the road to find a restaurant with a restroom. That’ll be another hour, and he was in agony. I pointed across the parking lot to the row of porta potties. “Edan, remember the story of the man trapped out on the roof of his house during a great flood?” I asked. “And he kept waiting for God to rescue him, so God sent people by with canoes, helicopters, other boats, and he turned them all down as he expected God directly? And the man drowned, and in the Afterlife, he was incredulous but God gave him a piece of His holy mind by saying, ‘What are talking about? Sent you a canoe, a helicopter, a boat!'” So, Edan, that porta potty’s your canoe. Go now, man.” And so he went. Yeah, I’ve been like that before when I first started hiking and camping. Got over it quickly, tho!