This is the time of year when Social Security Beach at Fort Stevens State Park is overrun with fishermen. Trucks park cheek to jowl along the water's edge. The fishermen secure their spots, and do not move until it's time to go home.
Alas, there are no bathroom facilities in this spot. As you walk down the back roads through the dunes, the unmistakable smell of raw sewage lingers in the air. The fishermen don't want to leave their treasured spot, and the park's honey buckets are just too far away. When you've got to go, you've got to go.
If the park took $5 a car at the entrance to the beach, they could rent honey buckets for the season. Every year, I grouse about the horrible stench. Perhaps next year, this problem could be solved?