Turkey Bend has always been a quiet retreat I've wanted to camp at ever since I accidentally came across it during one of those wanderings in the Black Hills a few years ago. Using the area only costs $5/day. I made camp well before sunset along the lake overlooking the rich folks with their large houses and small boats.
Ahhh, the familiar one-of-a-kind solar powered chemical outhouse at the entrance of Turkey Bend. The only facility around. About 4 years ago, this shed was practically brand new, but now, it had a few juvenille grafitti and a powerful stench. Someone attached an air freshner on one of the walls, but this was as futile as asking the government to cut back on spendings. The overflowing trash bin and lack of toilet paper suggested the facility was not maintained during the recent winter months.
The odor inside was truly strong. I suppose when the horrible potent scent could not be discerned from the fresh air, I passed the point of no return. I must have inhaled enough for dessert. My private parts almost touched the toilet seat. If that would have happened, then there could only be one cure: castration (or bobbitation).
to be continued...
