27 May: Friday bloogquinty.

Last poo in the mountain cabin toilet. Dropped the load, read for a while, showered and then loaded the car in a torrential downpour. Seriously, I thought I was going to need a canoe to get out of that valley. The poo was just a plop. A plop of poo. A plorch of plooch. Whatever its form, it's still poo. 

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