Since we're back on the subject of porta-pottis, here's a funny story from my
trip to BBTT back in October. I had had a few beers after getting my daughter
to bed around 9:30. About 11:00pm, I decided to turn in myself. At around 3
am I woke to natures call, tried to ignore it, but couldn't. I carefully
climbed down from the top bunk, trying not to wake my daughter who was
sleeping in the lower bunk. It was dark- I mean really dark- fumbling around,
I find the porta-potti, raise the lid, kneel down and go about my business.
When I stood up, however, the knees of the sweat pants I was wearing were
wet, as were my feet . Yup, in the darkness I had missed the bowl completely
and had gone on the floor!!  Everything had "sounded" OK in the dark, had no
clue as to what I was doing til I stood up. Luckily, I had just carpeted the
camper with a scrap I picked up when my office was recarpeted- it went in the
dumpster at the campground. The sweat pants got shoved into one of the
plastic trash bags I'd brought along. Thought you all might find this
amusing.  Jeff S.