Honey, Where's The Electricity, Or The Running Water, Or The Indoor Toilet? The Joys Of Winter Camping

Snowy Newsham Park 12
Image by comedy_nose via Flickr

Here’s a fun story by my friend Greg Breining, an outdoor writer in Minnesota, from today’s New York Times, about shacking up in a cabin — but “forgetting” to tell his wife how primitive it was.

I once spent a long weekend in a New Hampshire cabin so remote we had to cross-country ski in, with all our belongings and food in huge packs on our backs. The only water was snow we melted; the only heat from a woodstove, the only illumination from propane lamps.

And, yes, an outhouse. Brrrrrrr! It was amazing fun and Greg beautifully captures why.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s