Life without running water

Half an hour before sunset today and I hadn't seen a stream since 10am. I sat down on my Macpac and contemplated sleep without washing, cooking or drinking. I had enough grease on my forehead to fry chips in and enough dirt down the back of my neck to grow sprouts. I was hungry and very thirsty - the prospect was grim.

The sky darkened and thunder announced the oncoming rain. I grinned as if 100% pure morale had been injected into my veins.

The flysheets was up in seconds and my cameras and food emptied out of their dry bags to make impromptu reservoirs. I haven't had to collect rainwater for ages, but I've practiced my routine and the rubber bags were soon overflowing like garden fountains. What a joy!