Story Alert!!!
When my husband and I were young marrieds we rented a little cabin out in the hills. The landlord, who had approached us originally about renting the place promised to have the upgrades (plumbing, indoor toilet, woodstove ) done before we were scheduled to vacate the place we were then living in. That place had a tenant chomping at the bit to get in right on our heels.
Second landlord was big flake and we moved in to a cold unplumbed little cabin in December. We used the outdoor facility for a bout 4 days while dh scrambled to get the inside toilet installed. He also got the woodstove hooked up on the second day so we had heat. It was going to be awhile before the shower could be installed, so I had two crockpots running 24/7 for washing up water. We got our water from an outside spigot, and flushing water from the pond that was about 20 feet from the back door.
We cooked on my dads old Coleman gas stove in the kitchen. Had a little excitement one day from the tank leaking or something, I just remember a huge flame and dh juggling it out the door while his eyebrows singed.
Every fall we had to haul water from town because the well that served us and our landlord petered out to almost nothing. It was only 3 gallons a minute on a good day.
But we were young and good natured about it all, we loved to camp so this was right up our alley.
Eventually everything got normalized and we lived there until we bought our old fixer upper. Then we went back to the roughing it life for several more years.
Sorry, I was just thinking about how hard it is when we are without our usual basic comforts. It always makes for a good remember-when story though.
