Sorry. I guess I should see about some counseling too I used to backpack quite a lot...
For some reason I was just reminded of something. A woman named Nevada Barr writes mysteries about a woman who is a National Park Law Enforcement Ranger and in one of the books she's working at ... I forget where - maybe Carlsbad Caverns? At any rate she ends up going down into a deep, deep cave called Lechuguilla - or something close to that - and gets immersed in the world of *serious* deep, underground cavers. (BTW, I should add that the writer herself spent years as a real NPS Law Enforcement Ranger and I believe her Park Service and also her nature details are pretty accurate.) Anyway, that deep, underground world is totally fragile and you can't leave *anything* down there or it will ruin it permanently. So they bring special water bottles to pee in (don't get confused!), and for #2 they wrap it in tinfoil and carry it out. These "packages" are known as burritos. So there's an even crazier world than the one of sailing when it comes to delicate subjects ---- deep caving. Sorry if this is too far off topic; I find strange things interesting sometimes. --- Rachel