A long, long time ago I was helping out on a renegade pot farm in the mountains of northern California. It was the farmer’s first year growing on the property and as such, he had no amenities at all for the few of us that came down to help.

The shitter was literally just a 6 foot deep pit with a couple 2x4’s laid across it. Initially, it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. I considered dropping the gig, but the pay was much too nice to turn it down. So I sucked it up and made the best of it.

The farmer did at least have the foresight to position the pit in a spot on his hillside that offered what was likely the best view of the surrounding mountains you could see from anywhere on his property. The first handful of days shitting in that pit was pretty rough, I’m not gonna lie. Especially with the early winter chill rolling in. But after the initial shock of it wore off and I got used to, well, shitting in a pit (as much as one can), I came to actually look forward to it each day. The way the sun crept up behind those ridge lines was just such a spectacular view every morning. The way the trees would sway in the subtle breeze and the misty mountain fog would dance thru the valley below. It became such a magical, meditative moment each morning.

I hope no one here ever really has to shit in a pit. But if you find yourself in that situation, make you sure you at least dig it somewhere with a spectacular view.

This picture makes me really uncomfortable. Getting The Hills Have Eyes vibes. I’d also be afraid of a mountain lion, or something taking me out from behind. Very nerve-racking place to poop.

Be sure to check what’s lurking in that thing before you drop close to it, naked at the pretty parts…

WAIT… I thought that was the well…

you guys have buckets !?