Daydreaming about camping along the banks of the Snake River. It's been a week and it's time to wash clothes. There's a large smooth boulder at the water's edge. I soak the clothes, and rub them lightly against the stone, using a little friction, and no detergent or soap, to loosen any caked mud or what not. I rinse each item in the river, with the knowledge only dried sweat and local dust will disperse into the water, bringing no harm to fish or other life. Then, I rinse once more using a cup of 'tea' concocted from heating leaves of mint, lavender, or rosemary in water, and adding it to a bucket of clean water. I rinse the clothes again in the fragrant water before wringing them out, and hanging them on the lower branches of the trees, or on a clothesline, to dry.