First thing is first, before we can really start the season, we had some (ahem) business to take care of.  We needed an outhouse.

Built by our very good friend and wood artist Paul Johnson, and inspired by the by Legendary Jerry Reed, as follows:

“She got the gold mine, I got the shaft
They split it right down the middle
And then they give her the better half
Well, it all sounds sort of funny
But it hurts too much to laugh
She got the gold mine, I got the shaft”

That’s right, the “goldmine” or ladies side of this place has three more inches of space, an etched glass window, and a turned wood throne.  The poor shaftboy’s accommodations aren’t near as swanky.

Only one problem with the install, I scooped a pan of dirt out of the whole we were making, and actually got pretty good gold!  In the end, necessity won over avarice and we put the outhouse in place.  Don’t worry, we don’t plan to be offering and “outhouse variety” paydirt anytime soon, but we may need to dig some test holes in this general vicinity.

Here’s to having a little bit of comfort, and some fun in the process.