Spending a night
in a conex box, in the middle of BF egypt, while a thrashing thunderstorm rages through outside, a couple of miles from anything, while the coyotes fight over deer carcases more or less outside the window, and foxes drift past like ghosts, is a bit spooky.
Still, it’s good sleeping, nobody to bitch about you snoring, and you just have to crawl out of bed once in a while and feed the fire. And sometimes you have to get out of bed and go Out There to pee.
Thankfully, I had an empty gallon milk bottle so I didn’t have to brave the rain, wind, foxes and coyotes in the wee hours. Did I remember to empty that and burn the bottle? I think I did. That is I know I emptied it, but I hope nobody finds that and reuses it for anything.
Thank God it was a gallon, too, I forget how large my bladder has become after thirty years of long distance driving.

Sounds better than a night at the Ritz in Paris.
Dunno, if you can pee a gallon you would be light headed. Or at least seriously dehydrated.
Still, all in all, I am jealous. I have to drive to where I shoot deer. It would be great to roll out a bed and get one, then go back to sleep till a resonable hour to deal with it.
This place is 120 miles away, but we’ve made a nice cottage there
And the gallon was two or three trips (each time I got chilly and had to feed the fire)
Only thing missing is putting the full bottle back in the fridge and proclaiming that it’s store brand lemonade and waiting for the unsuspecting to take a big ol’ swig. It was funny 30 years ago (largely because an assbeating was avoided) and that stuff is funny now.
That is just WRONG. I love it.
Memories of Boy Scout summer camp.
We had a mooch that would consume any food stuff that was left unattended – even just a little unattended, like turning your back for a second. IOW, a real pain in the ass.
We took a bottle of root beer and drank about three quarters of it. Then, we filled it back up most of the way and left it unattended.
Hilarious.
lol. Slash, I did that with my lemonade that I kept at the lumberyard when I was 18 or 19. We each had a big cooler of lemonade, and one of the guys would finish his by around nine and drink from everyone else’s all damned day long. We fixed him.
Ha! Cool! Great minds, etc.