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Last week at my dark site, 20km from the nearest toilet, I nearly diarrhea'd myself for real.
The night already got off to a poor start, with the forecast of mostly sunny seeing me waiting in the car for 4 hours for the clouds and showers to clear. I came prepared, with chicken, hot chocolate, biscuits and toilet paper for runny nose and emergencies. I got the scope setup in the dark (don't like setting up in the dark), I waited for the mirrors to cool. While waiting, I decided to eat the chicken. So I did. Later on it was getting cold so I had some hot chocolate.
As the night wore on, I was getting frustrated by fogging eyepieces, extreme dew and my stomach was starting to cramp. Eventually I got sick of the fogging and at the same time, the magma chambers kicked into action. Oh god, I was out here in the middle of nowhere at 3am, with a truss dob to tear down and a whole bunch of gear to put away, pressure building up and not being able to move lest an avalanche of mud explode forth.
I was deadset ready to go there and then, infact I had the dunny paper in my hand, but then I realised going there and then would mean a half naked drive home assuming I survived and an excuse of why my pants were missing. So I summoned all my will power and got everything packed in. Finally jump in the driver's seat, pressure slowly reaching critical mass. The car's windows were all fogged up. Ofcourse. I turned the de-mister on full and the stupid blooooooody thing would not remove the damn fog. The ONE bloody time the POS doesn't work HAS to be now. Goddamnit! Then there was the drive home on kangaroo infested roads....
Long story short I made it home and what followed was a brief trip of transcendence to a higher plane of existence...
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