In order to keep the mayhem coming, I have to do a little bit of advertising. These little bits of marketing bliss are called affiliate links. Now if you are anything like me, you may have never heard of such a thing before. So, I’ll explain how this process works.
Somedays I may write about a certain product or service that I think you should check out. Of course I will still be sharing a story as usual with each advertisement I post.
I will include a link for you to check out a funny, amazing, or sometimes intriguing product.
You just click on the link if it’s something you think you might like to purchase and you click on the BUY NOW, I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS button.
Now the key is to use the link I provide so that I get credit for turning you on to this product. That’s how I earn a commission to keep traveling around and sharing these stories with you.
Since I am new to the advertising on a blog scene, a few legalities so they don’t come haul me away. FTC says I have to put the words “paid link” in a conspicuous location. If you can’t see that, please tell me and not them. And Amazon says I have to tell you I am an Amazon Associate and this link will prove it. Now that the legalities are out of the way, on with the story.
I know I preach a lot about BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. Originally from the Midwest, I really had no concept of how this system could actually work and be such an amazing experience for so many. This land is a seemingly never ending playground for so many, especially in the West.
Rob and I use these lands whenever we get the opportunity. We camp, hike, swim, picnic, you name it, in some of the most beautiful places.
So one night, as the sun was getting ready to set, we were looking for a place to stop for the night. We don’t like night driving for fear that we will miss out on something beautiful. As we entered the Humboldt National Forest in Nevada, we quickly spotted a scenic overlook with no one else parked there for the night. Perfect! As always, I can’t believe this is actually a thing so out I go to take a picture.
Now, here comes the fun part. What most of you didn’t see was this little guy right here.
It looks like a rock. It is not a rock. It is the camper turd tube. And for my non-camping friends this is a tube we secure to our tanks to dump our waste water. Fun right? This particular tube has found and managed to work its way out the only hole available for escape located a great distance from its home. I called for Rob to wrangle the unruly poop pipe and get it back where it belongs. God only knows how long it had been swaying over the ground, mile after mile.
With all of our equipment securely in place we shove off the next morning headed to Indiana. It really is America the Beautiful.
We pull in to our favorite moochdocking place and begin the setup process. I start on the inside getting everything in its proper place and Rob does the same on the outside. Would you like to take a guess on what did not make it back to Indiana? If you said, “Oh no! Not the poop pipe!” Or burst out laughing, then you would be correct. Our trusty turd tube decided to make a break for it. He was tired of our shit.
In remembrance of the one that got away, I have a rather cheeky item for you.
SEWIE PIG This is the BUY NOW, I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS button.
