Periods in the Backcountry: a bloody good time

When I started my period at 12 years old, I spent the next 2 years planning everything I did around it. no sleep overs, no swimming, no fun EVER when it was happening because I needed to be home near my bathroom and toiletries and hidden from the world listening to sad music- HEAVEN FORBID if someone knew I was on my period. And now? Well now I’m talking to you, possibly a total stranger about one way to handle your period when you’re in the back country. Yep. I’ve come a long way. I can admit I have a period and I can tell you all about it. But maybe you’re still a bit hesitant to leave the comforts of the front country when Aunt Flow comes. Maybe you’ve heard bears like to eat menstruating people (no, they don’t) or you just aren’t sure how to go about dealing with all things period and you’d like a little guidance.

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