My life as a menstrual cup devotee started as a crunchy-granola, hiking cliché, but I quickly realized how convenient a cup is both on and off the trail.
I was heading out on a long wilderness hiking trip, where the nearest pack of tampons on a store shelf would be 80 miles away. I needed something that would never run out, that I could wash, and that wouldn’t stuff the trash bag I had to carry back out of the mountains.
Enter the classic DivaCup.