Some days we just have to get out of the house. One day we managed to travel about 20 miles into the boonies to an estate sale. It was located just off a forest service road…or the end of one. Much of the land had been clear cut. It must have been a beautiful forest one day and will be again …in time. Finally after meeting several cars on a barely one lane two track road we arrived.
The estate sale had lots of “guy stuff.” I bought an blue speckled enamel pot with a lid…nothing special. We visited with the folks there. I tried on a Shotgun for size..Far Guy laughed when I shouldered the gun…the barrel was way too long for me.
They had a new fangled outhouse complete with a vent. I asked if I could take a photo and they said “Yes, but be sure to get a photo of the inside too!”
A cushioned seat with a view. The windows had screens, fancy smancy. There were even curtain rods for curtains. It was a fine out house.
I grew up using an outhouse, we didn’t get an indoor bathroom until I was in the third grade. This one looks like the Taj Mahal of outhouses:)