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Like 4 days, but I was LARPing and I was a sweaty, stinky mess from running around the entire time.
Spent 2 weeks hiking in around the Red River Gorge, Kentucky and Sheltowee Trace back in the late 80’s. Only time I got wet was when it rained, or found a creek to take a dip in.
When I got home, even my own Mother would not hug me. She sent me off to the bath where I stayed for over an hour.
Close to a month. Depression.
I did change my underwear though 🤷🏿♀️
This thread was way more interesting to read than I expected!
I am boring, probably 6, 7 days at max
About six weeks. I was attached to someone else’s unit at NTC in California for a training excersize with them. There were no showers in the field, and the showers pre and post excersize were colder than a witches tit, and open as a gay mans asshole after all night orgy.
And that wasn’t the worst part of the whole experience either.
First thing that comes to mind is spending a week camping on the shores of Lake Mead many years ago. Didn’t shower for a week, though one could argue that being scoured by lake water when you either go flying off an inner-tube or make a mistake while water skiing, does a fine job of taking the dirt off.
A week is my usual. I know, I know, but my mental health is a lot worse than my body odour.
Two weeks while backpacking in New Mexico (unless you count getting rained on every day as a shower)
Yup, same. 2 weeks while backpacking. I did have a washcloth, of course.
Regularly being washed by rain is certainly different from not showering at all for two weeks
Couple months. Severe depression does that to me and all health care just stops. It’s bad.
If you swim in a pool every day, you don’t need to really shower much.
Chlorine is nature’s soap.
Counts as a bath in my book
4 days: family and work
Several months now. Maybe a year. Long Covid with ME/CFS has permanently tied me to my bed. I basically spend my time collecting energy to go number 2, which is the last thing I can stand up for. And only because using a bedpan looks about as strenuous as walking to the toilet. And that way my wife can change my bedsheets.
But not being able to shower is awful. I stink. And I have to watch parts where skin is rubbing on skin for infections. Zinc salve and a cotton scarf help.
I also have LC. I can have a shower. But I take at least an hour to gear up for it. Then I can only do it sitting doen, then I take an hour to find the energy to dry myself off, then I take an hour to gain the energy to get dressed, etc. Tl;dr it takes all morning and I can’t have a shower every day.
I took a shower at 11 am and I’m still exhausted at 5 pm (the summer heat doesn’t help).
Three and a half weeks, 25 days. More than forty years ago I was lost in the wilderness on a school camp. Broke both ankles and couldn’t walk.
We need more details! Who found you? What did you eat?
Couldn’t eat anything. Story below.
Wow, thanks for sharing that story. What were nights like? Were you able to sleep? Did any animal interact with you?
The nights were cold. It was the end of winter, there was snow further up the mountain, but not where I was. I dug down into leaves so I was half buried most of the time. I talked and sang to magpies, there were other animals around. I think I slept a lot of the time, they said I was feverish and in some kind of shock from the broken ankles. Later on I thought it had only been a few days.
What did you drink? I can imagine someone surviving without eating for 3 weeks but no water? Impossible
Go on… (Sorry just hoping for more info)
Mount Buffalo National Park, 1982. Four of us left the camping area to watch the sunset. I stopped to take a photo and lost the trail. Went running after the others, slipped and rolled down a cliff, landed upright, but felt both ankles pop and break. (The whole park is Australian bush around granite boulders and cliffs). The others thought I had gone back to camp and didn’t report me missing. Next morning the group packed up and hiked to the next camp site, no one noticed I was missing until that evening, so they looked in the wrong place. I crawled to a creek and fell down the gully, drank snow melt, no one heard me shouting and crying. Eventually they gave me up for dead. Three German tourists found me by accident three weeks later, one went to get help. I got a ride in a helicopter, in hospital for two weeks while they fed me through a drip. The school gave me a payout through their insurance on the condition we didn’t sue them. I’m almost 60 now and my ankles still hurt and grind and pop.
What a story. You weren’t able to move for three weeks ?
This is an insane story. I cant imagine the pain you went through. Im so glad the Germans found you.
More crazy he was left for dead. You think they put together a huge search party first.
Thanks for responding, sorry you went through that, can only imagine the mental impact it had to have. Hope all is well these days.
It was long ago and far away. I’m fine now, thank you.
Slap my balls and call me Sally, that’s a heck of a story you got there. I hope it has served you well in many a bar night.
What did you eat and drink?
Drank water. Couldn’t eat, moving hurt too much and made me faint.
This deserves more interest than it got.
Assuming it is true of course.
than it got
You commented only after an hour lol.
Cant drop that kinda teaser and not give the rest of the story!
Guessing something like 5-6 days. Staying at home with no human contact scheduled that is about the limit of my tolerance of filth vs laziness.
About six days while hiking a part of the appalachian trail and camping.
