Funny Stories

Pee Ridge

Yarn's side of the story...

It was 2 a.m. in the morning and I woke up to a flashlight in my face and a high pitched screech, "Yarn! Yarn! I really gotta go!" Keep in mind we weren't camping in any ordinary tent. Ok, so maybe it wasn't a tent...it was a cave! So here we are in this cave and I have my friend Sarah waking me up at 2 in the morning saying she has to go to the bathroom. I couldn't say no, so I told her we had to tell one of the leaders (which happened to be my mom) that we were going to go to the bathroom. As we were outside the cave Sarah couldn't seem to find what we call a "peeable bush". She complained about not finding a place to go to the bathroom. I finally got irritated enough (keep in mind I was very tired. I mean, c'mon! It was 2 in the morning) and I loudly whispered,"Sarah! Just find a peeable rock!" So as she was relieving herself I couldn't find a place to go myself. Our cave was on the edge of a cliff so I just hung on to a tree, leaned over the edge, and went. Later as we went back into our cave to sleep, Sarah had told me she found a "peeable rock". To this day, everytime we go to the bathroom we always remember our adventure on "Pee Ridge".
(Pee Ridge is not the real name for the cave)
-Yarn

Sarah's side of the story...

My side of the story varies slightly from Yarn's. For one thing, we where 'sleeping' in a cave named "Water Cave" for a very good reason. Other than having a waterfall in the back of the cave, and puddles everywhere, the ceiling also dripped water. Our "beds" were a piece of plywood nailed to a large boulder in the cave. Where you slept was about four foot from the ground, and the ceiling was less than a foot from your face. The water wasn't clean, it was white, and it acted as a triple-laxitive if digested. Oh Joy. We decided to go to bed at ten. Other than being uncomfortable, I really had to go... bad. After four hours of being dripped on by freezing water, and listening to the waterfall, I convinced Yarn to come with me, because we couldn't leave the cave alone. (too many nearby cliffs) One of our leaders told us we couldn't take the half-mile hike to the nearest camp porta-potties at two o'clock in the morning, and to simply find a bush. After many strange dances around the entrance of the cave, we went back in to report that this part of the country has no bushes. So our leader told us to find a rock. (I know it's obvious, but it was a long night, and we were quite tired.) I found myself a nice, peeable rock near the entrance of the cave. But Yarn, found a split tree, held onto it, and peed off the edge of the cliff. (Our flashlights weren't strong enough to see the trees below) Although we were much relieved, we got three more hours of sleep before we got ready for another day in the caves.
-Sarah