Does a bear s%*t in the woods?

I have no idea if bears do or not, but I know I don't. I survived two nights at Natchez Trace State park.
We drove up on Friday night and set up camp(in the dark). Once we got the tent set up, we made a fire and sat around and drank and talked for about two hours. Our campsite had a bathhouse, which ordinarily is a good thing - this time it wasn't, because it was out of order. Unless we wanted to pee in the woods(I was not comfortable with that) we had to walk through this trail to the nearest bathroom - it took about 5-6 minutes to walk it.

We went to sleep the first night - I haven't slept that soundly in months. Woke up the next morning around 8am, and had some cereal and coffee - some things I am not willing to compromise. Saturday was a good day, I went fishing for the first time. This is what I learned about my fishing skills:

I cast really well - I think it has something to do with my long arms

I am not patient enough to leave the line in the water longer than 2 minutes

Seeing a caught fish flopping around on the bank creeps me out

I had/have no intention of eating anything I caught

I am really good at catching the brush and having to cut the line :)

We fished around an two hours. I really worked up an appetite - back to the campsite for sandwiches. One thing that no one liked about our campsite is that we shared it with yellowjackets. The only time that we didn't notice the yellowjackets is when it was dark. During the day, the bugged(ha) the hell out of us.

After lunch, I came down with a case of niggeritis - it was time to lay it down. I took a nap for about two hours. In that time, I missed canoeing on the lake. I'm not sure I missed much because everybody came back really sore - while I was well rested.

Saturday night, we made chili and had frito-pies and chili-dogs. Talked forever and made s'mores - I had enough chocolate and marshmallows to last me until next fall. We turned it in about 9:30. Around 3am, it started to storm. We didn't get wet, but imagine sleeping outside listening to the rain for two hours - what do you think was going to happen? I had to pee so bad, I thought I was going to start crying because of the pain. I had two options: 1. hold out for the rain to stop, or 2. fight through the storm to go to the bathroom. Which option do you think I took? Consider the fact that I can't just wash my hair and go? That's right, I waited it out.

This had to have been one of the hardest things I had to do. By the time the rain stopped, I was hurting so bad, I couldn't bend over to tie my shoes. As me and my friend Jennifer started to head toward the bathroom, I realized that I wasn't going to make it. Yep, I had to pee in the woods!! All I could think of was that I was going to either pee down my leg or pee on my shoes. At this point, I don't think I cared. I found the perfect tree to lean against and let go - I didn't think I was going to stop. I looked down and noticed a spider at my foot - it looked like he was watching. In all of the woods, I had to pee near a perverted spider - it figures!!

Anyway, I survived that and made it back to camp and went back to sleep. We woke up around 7:30, ate a light breakfast, and packed up everything to head home. In all, I think it was great. Camping is a good way to get refreshed and get grounded again. There were no cellphones - no reception; no tv, no radio, no internet. I brought my journal, got some good thoughts down. Able to think a lot of things clear, really take time to myself. My head is really clear now.

This was a good trip.