I, for one, had a blast.
There is no better exercise than climbing up a 50', near-vertical trail carrying sheets of steel for the FS to pick up at the top! What doesn't kill us makes us stronger! Litter helps us to stay young!
I catch a lot if ribbing over the extravagance of my campsite at Fossil Creek. It is well deserved. This is the only time that I can camp in style. Most of the time, I am limited. At Fossil Creek, I can bring the whole works! I love a well connected camp, and only get to use most of it once each year. It is nice to camp with every possible comfort.
When I bring the firewood, the trailer is needed. Once it is loaded, I will add to it every possible comfort. Without it, I pare down.
The outhouse that I had this year was great fun. Nobody talked, but everybody loved it! When I went to take it down for burial, there was a rut worn in the earth leading to it. Yet nobody ever used it!
Everybody teased me about it, and nobody admitted using it. But at the end of the weekend, it was full, and pungent! It was the brunt and the source of lots of camp jokes.
The best was on Sunday morning, when Mike thought of the person who happened to step in the hole. That would not be good! Brother Rob suggested that we put up a grave stone as a warning. It should say; "Here lies the remains of many great dinners". That might give them a hint of warning to not step in quicksand, or some ugly mud!
That thing got lots of laughs, but the kids liked it. The adults won't talk......