Privies.

With all this poop talk going on, my friend Dick reminded me today of the condition we found his privy in after a ski into his remote cabin on Chesuncook Lake on a cold February weekend last winter.

A balsam fir tree had decided to give up the ghost and topple over directly onto it, making for the only air-conditioned privy for miles around. Something that wasn't quite called for when it's 20 below outside and blowing a gale across the lake.

So, throughout our four day stay, suffice it to say that our trips "out back" were exhilarating, but brief. Business was business. Serious business.

And fortunately, I'd like to add, we never did find anybody peering up from underneath the privy seat (probably too cold to hang out under there in uninsulated hip waders).

Whew!

Dick rectified the privy's air conditioning problem over the summer, so we should be good to go for the next winter trip. It'll be so comfy in there now I might even bring a book out there with me...

Open for business!

All photos courtesy of Dick Rose.