To some of you who live in civilization, this may seem a bit uncouth. To us hikers, there really isn't such a thing.
Back in Bishop Quinoa bought a pack of toilet paper and generously gave a roll each to Dan and I. Dan turns to me and says, "Hey, I've got an idea. I bet you I can make this roll last me until Oregon."
Ha. HA! Oregon? We got back on the trail right before mile 800. California ends just before mile 1700. That's 900 miles on a single roll of toilet paper. Lunacy I tell you.
"The loser has to buy a case of beer for the group." Dan adds.
"You're on." I replied without hesitation.
Who doesn't love free beer?
He is allowed to use other toilet paper when we are in towns/taking a zero.
He is not allowed to borrow from other hikers on trail.
He is allowed to use alternative methods such as pine cones and moss to wipe. (Let's be real, if he manages to extend that TP through the use of "natural alternatives," he's earned it)
Ohhhhhh, the things we do to entertain ourselves on trail.