I’m SURE you’ve been wondering how we "did our business" in the woods during our winter trek. Believe it or not, Dave actually gave a little lesson on how to responsibly poop in nature in the winter, and we did adhere precisely to the protocol, even when it was an urgent matter that needed immediate attention. (Not that anyone was following us around to check.)
The first thing you needed to do when “nature called” (and I”m talking number 2 here) was locate one of the two orange bags. You see, the orange bag contained all necessary items for taking care of business - toilet paper in a ziplock bag, matches in a second ziplock, and a little container of hand sanitizer. With the bright orange bag in hand, you then had to find and don your snowshoes. You certainly didn’t want to risk post-holing before, during or after pooping.
With "the bag" in hand and snowshoes secured, the next step was to locate or make a path that would take you into the woods, away from camp. This step sounds daunting, but due to camp set up, often a path or two would be created to get fire wood. So you’d follow along the path, trudging away from camp until you felt safely secured from view. You’d turn and walk at a 90 degree angle to the path. Never, do you ever, no matter how urgent it is, consider pooping on trail!
In the calm of my spot, I’d tramp down the snow and create a little or big (depending on last night’s supper) hole for my deposit. Then I readied my supplies: sheets of toilet paper, match box, and some twigs upon which I’d burn my tp. Yup, you read that correctly. We were instructed to burn our toilet paper after.
With a quick unbutton and unzip, I was ready. Snowshoes apart, squat, balance, shiver, breathe, done. Without dilly dallying (remember, Canadian winters are cold and bare bums don’t do well with exposure), I quickly used the tp and set it on my bed of twigs. Careful maneuvering was required to zip and button, and cover my business with snow - WHILE WEARING SHOWSHOES. With the main work done, I could breathe again.
Now it was time to burn baby burn. Admittedly, my first attempt at burning my toilet paper was a dismal failure that required FOUR matches, but as I gained experience, my fires became award winning infernos. I’m proud to say that once my twigs even caught on fire.
You’d think with all of this completed, I was ready to head back to camp. Nope, not yet. I developed my own ritual of a snow handwash (cold but satisfying), followed by a healthy squeeze and spread of hand sanitizer. I put my mittens back on, and feeling somewhat lighter and carefree, I carefully stepped out of my spot, back onto the trail. My last task was to mark my side path with two sticks in an x-pattern, signifying, “Treasure Chest Buried Here”.
As you can see, there are several steps to executing this protocol. There was only one issue with the protocol. We were drinking cedar tea each day, and cedar tea is traditionally used as a gentle, natural aid for digestive issues, including mild constipation. For me, the tea was not so gentle and when I went looking for the orange bag, I NEEDED it, and hoped like heck one was available!
Note: The term "number two" for defecation likely originated from schoolroom hand signals, where children raised one finger to urinate (#1) and two fingers to defecate (#2). This polite, non-disruptive method allowed teachers to understand how long a student would be gone without requiring explicit, embarrassing language.




