Privy, thee

During the process of scraping and painting the smokehouse we finally got a chance to examine the outhouse tacked on the back of the main building. Apparently it used to be located off the side of the house, at the end of the main walkway – a common location for most old privies. I'm not sure why or when it was moved, but regardless of the location I can't imagine what it was like to hike out there in the dead of winter to take care of business.

The door had been nailed shut and covered in poison ivy, and with a task list longer than my right leg it was an easy thing to ignore. Besides, it's a hole in the ground filled with, well, you know. Not very romantic. But this one is special: If nature called in the middle of the night, you could always bring a buddy. Behold, the two seat outhouse:

Sweet, huh? Even has electric, with a single bulb as it's light source! I think we may need to do a little cleaning before it's open to the public...