2.06.2013

Wash Day

Nine people for eleven days with limited clothes starts to get pretty funking smelling fairly quickly, so we relied on the camping skills I learned as a young girl when my family would go backpack camping in Colorado - thanks mom, those skills are paying off.

The whole tribe washing their clothes.

We waited for a slightly windy day, so the clothes would dry quicker, and we broke out the white dish pans, put a little soap in them, (even a rock to scrub the clothes on), a little rinse water, and wahlah - clean clothes! Well, maybe not clean clean, but at least the smell was gone.

Lexi taking her turn at scrubbing on the rock.
Scrubbing the clothes clean was not as easy as it looks. By the middle of the day, my wrists were killing me, my back was screaming stop, and my fingers had completely shrivelled up. Plus we had only gotten through half of the laundry.
John attending to the solar dryer.
John attending to the solar dryer.
John likes to make his job a little more glamorous, so he called it loading the solar dryer.
We ran out of room, and had to hang them on our fence. The bird enjoying the clean smell.
We ran out of room, and had to hang them on our fence. The bird enjoying the clean smell.

At one point in the day, we looked over and there sat a bird, who has been frequenting the camp for crumbs left by the kids, enjoying our nice clean laundry. We hoped he didn't leave any droppings on the clothes making it necessary to rewash.

It actually took us three 1/2 days to finally get through all the laundry you seen pictured in the beginning. By the end of it, we were all plum wore out.

We now have a new motto - if it ain't stink'n , brush it off and wear it again.

 

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