This post contains personal info you might not want to know, so you might want to skip this post if you are not interested in details about personal hygiene in the deep woods.
The plumber who was supposed to show up the Tuesday after we arrived never came. The Seller (coincidentally) did backhoe work for a plumber and gave us a number to call. This plumber said he might stop by on Saturday if his wife didn’t have him too loaded up with stuff to do. This would just be for an initial consultation and estimate…not the actual work. We had hoped to have plumbing by this time, however, lack of a plumber and finding the floor in the bathroom so rotten means we will probably have to continue our Ozark Hillbilly methods for the duration of our time here.
It’s a whole different way of life out here and dirt is everywhere. I never understood the need for these fly strip things, but I totally get it now. We have caught many flies since this picture was taken. These things are really impressive!
Since the plumbing work has been delayed, we have had to adjust and just ‘deal’ with what we have to work with here, accept a little more dirt and compromise where sanitation is concerned.
We came semi prepared. We brought a portable camping toilet…the kind that has a ‘flush’, but which has to be emptied periodically. We were worried about that part, so we have been using it sparingly and only for ‘the big jobs’ (number ‘2’). For everything else (number ‘1’), we have used the latrine in the woods to extend the use of the toilet before it has to be emptied.
One bag has a roll of toilet paper, and the other one has used toilet paper in it. Here is the view while using the facilities.
Not bad, huh? One thing is for sure…I’m developing some mighty powerful hamstrings. It’s really not that bad. Sometimes, I even have some company out here, which is surprisingly kind of nice.
On a side note, I think it’s amazing that everyone, regardless of age, understands this universal number system for bodily functions. There use to be a plumbing business in a town we lived in whose slogan, plastered on the side of a van, was:
“We’re Number 1 in the Number 2 Business.” Cute, I thought.
I also thought to buy a big stew pot for the tent at night so I wouldn’t have to wake Bud to take me into the woods. How many times have we been camping in a tent, and I would wake him up in the middle of the night to take me to the potty? Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Anyway, it has been a godsend, because I go a lot at night! It’s just the right size that I can actually sit on it, and has a lid to cover it afterwards.
Sorry, but doesn’t everyone wonder about this stuff? I know I do. So there you have it.
Though we can pour water down the drain in the ‘new’ kitchen, there is no running water. We have to haul it from the spring for washing dishes. Bud dammed up some places so that we have a deeper reservoir to scoop from. We brought our Berkey Water Filter for drinking and cooking. We just fill the top with spring water and then clean, filtered water comes out of the spout.
Yesterday, I heated up a big pot of water, and mixed it with water from the spring to get it to the perfect temperature for bathing. The spring water comes out at a constant 57 degrees. It’s painful to even dip your feet in it to cool off. Can’t leave them in there for very long. Anyway, We took a spit bath, and I washed our hair. I also shaved my legs. Afterwards, we felt more human than we had in several days. Prior to that, we have been using baby wipes to bathe with.
The neighbors we met from down the road (Non-Mennonites) have experienced the same thing we are going through, in fact, they did it for six weeks! They invited us down for a shower. Oh, it felt so good! They also cooked burgers on the grill for us. Very nice family! The sellers of this property have also offered to let us use their shower as well. So far, we have only had that one shower since we have been here, but we have been surprisingly okay with it. This is coming from someone who has to have a shower in the morning, and a bath at night. Wonders never cease, I guess, and my inner Hillbilly is coming out.
When we have gotten really sweaty, we have gone down to the river in the afternoons and it has been surprisingly refreshing. The water is more stagnant and dirty than I had imagined it would be, but it has been so nice and cool after a hot sweaty day.
So now you know the rest of the story! (The story that most people don’t tell).