At least I had the forethought to stuff my pockets with t

oilet paper when I was in Boulder. ( Leaves are not very efficient and you’re taking a big gamble with them!)
Oh, crap! (To coin a phrase.) The “cockadoodie” toilet paper had disintegrated from the stream water and I was “s_ _t out luck”, “up s_ _t creek without a paddle!” S_ _t fire! (Please shield that last part from the kiddies. Thank you.)
Excuse me, but I need to stop the story for awhile and go to the “Labonza.”
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