>>296143But surely being discovered wandering around with an extra pair of boxers would be just as bad as having to conceal a suspicious stain in the morning...and, after all, I wasn't lost. I knew where the trail was, and where the creek was.
So I cast about looking for landmarks, and I see some strange bright light floating at about chest level. I head over to check it out and I'm about six feet away when I realize that it's one of the reflective patches on our otherwise invisible tarps. I'd found camp.
So I washed my hands, hung up the old underwear to dry somewhere inconspicuous, and crawled back into my sleeping bag, next to my buddy's still-slumbering GF. Before I fell asleep, I checked the cheap digital watch I'd brought. I'd woken up at around 4:00 AM; the watch now read 5:22. As far as I know, nobody except me knows that this ever happened.
So take heed, everybody...if you spoon with your buddy's GF on extended backpacking trips, make sure to jack it every so often. It's the Outward Bound way.