I still to this day live without running water. I can use a hand-held devise to communicate with a satellite orbiting the planet and access information on any subject in history, all while crouched over a frozen hole in the ground while taking a dump. It's all a matter of perspective, but whenever I visit someplace that is civilized and flush the toilet, I am acutely aware of how much goes swirling away, and have a keen and intimate appreciation of knowing firsthand what resources you rely upon that other folks take for granted, if they ever even bother to think twice about their carbon assprint. And when every day you can see how literally full of shit you are, it's humbling to say the least.
And yes I also haul water in 5-gallon jugs - the ubiquitous blue Colemans - to cook and clean, which makes me appreciate every cup that goes down the drain. Our amazing landlord installed a leech pit, so there is a sink instead of a slop bucket. So it's not like we live like barbarians or anything. But besides the stink curlicues (technically an emanata known as a wafteron) wafting about the cabin, there are all sorts of visual cues that will connect with other residents of Alaska who choose such a lifestyle.
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