My recent Yosemite adventure was spiced by a Yurt Experience of the Turd Kind.
Yurts are adorable. They are roomy, they are round, and their walls are canvas. Of necessity this one included no: bathroom, heat, or air conditioning.
Call me primitive, but it was still SO lovely – like camping out without the hard ground underneath. A center clear dome overhead revealed the stars, and one could hear the wildlife tromping about the yurt outside during the night. Lots of nocturnal activity surrounded us in a haze of wild life.
My bff and I arose next morn to a puzzle: the outside walls of our yurt had damp streaks up and down its sides and glistened in the warming sun.
To some, this might be self-explanatory. To others….
Bff: Oh, look! A large animal peed all over our yurt during the night! Maybe a Yeti!
Moi (practically): Naah. I’d say more likely it was bearz.
A glance at the other yurts around us showed the same mysterious pattern, and the hypothesis of a mischievous albeit quietly romping band of Teen Coffee-Drinkin’ Bearz having a Midnight Pee Party was duly confirmed.
Speakin’ of which, ‘dew’ was never posited as a possibility in the matter…