Well, it was a true emergency. I waited as long as I could, then I got my headlamp and started out... in the opposite direction I should have been going in. By the time I ran into the guy swinging in his hammock in the tree I realized I was not in Kansas anymore, and remembered that not only were there bears, but there were cliffs and raging rivers and many other ways to die, so I reversed course, found the tents, went back into my tent in a bladder-about-to-explode-panic to find the regular flashlight I had in hopes that would better illuminate the right way to the latrine, when my panicked unzipping of my tent woke the beast next to me... who offered to take me potty. I was very grateful.
Sorry to laugh at your pain, but I find this hysterical!
I'm one of those wimpy people who pitch a tent in the backyard, then sneak into the house in the middle of the night for a shower & a cozy sleep in my own bed. 

