{"id":22863,"date":"2025-10-15T01:17:17","date_gmt":"2025-10-15T07:17:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=22863"},"modified":"2025-10-14T18:19:19","modified_gmt":"2025-10-15T00:19:19","slug":"the-outhouse-climb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2025\/10\/15\/the-outhouse-climb\/","title":{"rendered":"THE OUTHOUSE CLIMB"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our final stop came into view. We\u2019d traveled bend to bend. I wondered if the forest road would ever have an end.<br \/>\nWe\u2019d planned this trip for weeks to Yellow Jacket Ranger Station. The cabin was a welcome sight, way back in God\u2019s creation.<br \/>\nI couldn\u2019t help but notice the old outhouse up the hill. And shouldn\u2019t privies always be a pleasant walk downhill?<br \/>\nThe northern late-fall wind blew through the cabin\u2019s cedar door. I stuffed a blanket in the cracks from ceiling to the floor.<br \/>\nThe cabin was an icebox. It was dark at half past six. The woodstove begged for fire. I chopped a birch log into sticks.<br \/>\nSo I struck a match and lit the kindling, closed the door down tight. The old woodstove would prove its worth giving heat throughout the night.<br \/>\nMy mind turned to the outhouse, uphill fifty yards or so. I had taken care of business so I didn\u2019t have to go.<br \/>\nFor dinner we ate chicken stew, left from the night before. I ate like no tomorrow, didn\u2019t know what lay in store.<br \/>\nOutside the night was closing in. I heard a coyote yip. I wondered, \u201cDoes he feel the cold? The fall air bites a bit.\u201d<br \/>\nMy sleeping bag lay by the stove. I soaked in all the heat. And sleep was just a blink away, a long day now complete.<br \/>\nBut then, I\u2019d say around midnight, or somewhere there about, my stomach set to growling, \u2018cuz the stew was needing out.<br \/>\nI hoped this might be just a dream. How could it be for real? But my stomach soon convinced me from the cramps that I could feel.<br \/>\nI grabbed my boots and flashlight, stepped out in the cold night air. I must have been an awful sight, just boots and underwear.<br \/>\nThe run uphill with cheeks pressed tight met early morning sleet. But nothing could deter me from the outhouse one-hole seat.<br \/>\nA builder stamped his name inside the rickety old privy. Why did he build it up so high? I\u2019d like to stamp him silly.<br \/>\nI dashed back to the cabin through the sleet and pouring rain. Then stoked the fire and downed an Alka Seltzer for the pain.<br \/>\nOld Mother Nature wasn\u2019t very kind to me that night. And with every uphill trek I cursed the builder\u2019s name outright.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our final stop came into view. We\u2019d traveled bend to bend. I wondered if the forest road would ever have an end. We\u2019d planned this trip for weeks to Yellow Jacket Ranger Station. The cabin was a welcome sight, way back in God\u2019s creation. I couldn\u2019t help but notice the old outhouse up the hill. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":479,"featured_media":20768,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-22863","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-cowboy-poetry","8":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22863","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/479"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22863"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22863\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22864,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22863\/revisions\/22864"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22863"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22863"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22863"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}