- In a five-gallon bucket of icy water outside the tent in the Badlands near Killdeer, North Dakota during trail ride.
- In the train station in Sacramento, California, a place with a lovely mural of the golden spike event though their restroom sinks are a little shallow.
- In the back of the horse trailer with an old tarp for privacy and a makeshift portable shower kit during a three-day Pat Parelli horse seminar.
- In the kitchen sink of a Lutheran church in Schneeberg in the former East Germany during a missions trip in which there were too many high school girls and not enough showers.
- In the kitchen sink of a small church on the Standing Rock reservation in which there was no other option because we’d used up the water in the leader’s RV.
- In the mountains near Jackson Hole on a five-day horseback trip, using cold water from a small stream.
- In lukecold “showers” in Nicaragua at La Phoenicia.
- In about every KOA campground from here to Texas along U.S. Highway 281.
- In my own apartment shower which, after nearly two years, at last has enough water pressure where I can now stop paying to have my hair cut in a way that thins it out because of an inability to get the soap out; I now worry that the shower head will fly off of the pipe and kill me.
I can handle a lot of things, but I hate having dirty hair.
It’s a real concern of mine.
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