A collapsible bucket is worth having on a longer canoe. It is handy for bathing and doing laundry.
Absolutely. Also for dishes, as a settling bucket for silty water and for dousing a campfire to muddy ashes dead out before leaving camp.
I used to do a lot of water quality sampling and stream gauging, sometimes in pristine waters like the Rockies at 11,000 feet and SE Alaska. It makes me cringe to hear people think that washing with soap in live water is acceptable.
I will bath in a lake or river using biodegradable soap on occasion, but only in the right circumstance, those being a BIG lake or an already less then pristine river. In a similar bathing discussion I once had a biologist tripper scold me severely for suggesting that my bathing suds would have any possibly detrimental effect on water quality.
That may be true in terms of overall water quality, at least if not camped on some wee pond or puddle. But on smaller lakes and ponds, especially those with multiple sites, I have another reason for not soaping up in the lake. I’ve had campers happily soaping up across smaller Adirondack lakes upwind of my site and found a sudsy edge blown across the lake to ring my site. Not something I really need to see in otherwise clean, clear water.
If I have any qualms about bathing in the lake I just jump in for a swim, fill the bucket when I get out and lather up/rinse away from the water (and camp). Not that hard.
Greatest bath of all time was in the Absoroka Mountains of NW Wyoming on a horse pack trip
Greatest bath was in the North Fork of the Shoshone. I was on a backpacking trip with a couple of friends. We had been out a while and were sleeping three to a two-man tent (don’t ask). We were offensively stinky, especially in close quarters.
We striped down and waded out into the broad but knee-deep Shoshone. Wet down, lather up and rinse by falling over and grabbing a rock, letting the current rush past. Bracingly cold water, with some shrinkage.
There we were, a hundred feet from shore in the middle of the Shoshone, buck naked and goose pimpled in the knee deep freezing water, when a horse packing party came along the trail beside us. A horse packing party of a guide, mom and dad, and a couple of teenage daughters.
There really wasn’t anything for it but to smile and wave hello.
BTW – That was in 1976. I probably wouldn’t bath in the Shoshone today. Not just for water quality, trout fishermen downstream enduring my suds or indecent exposure liability, but also because that water is dang cold and I’d rather fill a 5 gallon collapsible bucket, set it in the sun for a few hours to warm up and pour it over my head with the bailer.
To each their own, but if you are upwind of me on some small Adirondack lake please realize that I have found your suds.