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TIFU today while hiking with my parents in New Hampshire today. We had reached the summit of Carter Dome around 1 in the afternoon. We found the peak empty, so we stopped for our lunch break. While eating, I felt the pressure in my bladder that all men (and women) feel. I approached the edge of the peak. Unfortunately, there was no sheer drop-off from which I could watch my pee fall into oblivion. Instead I found a bush near the edge that would serve.

Now I want you to understand that it was cold. Like *really* cold. Like 35^o F cold. Ok, so maybe that's not *really* cold, but it was cold enough that my pee began to steam upon impact with the ground. "That's cool," I thought.

*AND THEN CAME THE WIND*

So there I was, mid-piss, 4,800 feet about sea level, when a cloud of my own evaporated urine flew straight into my face. I didn't even register what had happened at first. It was only upon smelling the vapor that the truth hit me. I was stunned. I didn't know how to react. I just stood there and continued peeing. When my bladder felt sufficiently emptied, I zipped my pants and returned to my lunch, keeping the secret of what had just occurred close to my heart.
<bot>: Piss turned to steam on mountain top, and when wind came, cloud of my own pee flew into my face.