I suppose I was the classic dirty hippie living in a tiny cabin in the woods with no indoor plumbing or shower but no one ever said I stunk--hmm, maybe they did too! When the little platform shitter a ways down the hill got full I took a post hole digger, found a random spot, and dug a hole a couple feet deep--that would last for weeks; when it was full I'd dig another. And another.
There was a more established neighbor a mile away, a well-liked community-minded woman who actually had a real bathroom! She put a little can by the shower with "25 cents" pasted on it--I believe it went up to 50 cents later for her shower-less neighbors.
That can belongs in the "museum!"
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