She may never know the joys of scratching her ba***, but I’d put a shower after 5 days right up there with it. :)
This reminds me of a hike I took many years ago covering the length of Isle Royale in northwestern Lake Superior and a Canadian wilderness canoe trip I tok about 25 years ago. On the Isle Royale trip I went without a bath for five days of hiking. By the end I was so desperate I found a small bay with shallow water that wasn’t too cold and bathed there using a dirty T shirt as a bath cloth. Seldom have I felt as good as I did after that bath.
The Canadian canoe trip was similar. After about four days all of us, men and women, felt so vile that we abandoned our modesty, we all stripped naked, and shared the soap while bathing off the same small beach. Getting clean was so vital that nothing else mattered.