Words and photos by Sonnie Trotter
"Don't throw that away" she said, "we can reuse it".
A small pot of dish water was clutched in my hand, as murky as the amazon,
"Put it in here instead, we don't have much left."
She was right, we didn't. It was cold outside, a late November evening in Bishop, California and we had more than everything we needed for another amazing day of bouldering, everything except water. If we were careful, we could scrape by and still be very comfortable. If we wasted it, we'd have to drive all the way back into town, thus wasting gas as well. Or, we could just be dehydrated and miserable.
I poured the dirty dish water back into another pot, and we reused it to wash our dishes five more times before we ran out of food two days later.