Out Houses
- Thread starter JOERM
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KJM , may I ask where is that you live ??
I will say to one and all that im glad I have indoor plumbing, those outhouse i posted are we have found on the trails riding our quads here in Utah, really its a sad thing to see for it doesnt fit with the beautiful scenery we have around here .
I must say to Big D - that outhouse is quit the beauty , glad its what Id call a nice shed .
KJM - heres is a video of the area in the Mts which you may enjoy
its called
Simple Fun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRCfY1oV1ZI&list=UU4VsmwpTrWZjDyWIANsKrvA&index=7&feature=plcp
yrs back we still had snow in july on the trails which is usually gone way before july yet we all had a blast ...
hope you enjoy
I will say to one and all that im glad I have indoor plumbing, those outhouse i posted are we have found on the trails riding our quads here in Utah, really its a sad thing to see for it doesnt fit with the beautiful scenery we have around here .
I must say to Big D - that outhouse is quit the beauty , glad its what Id call a nice shed .
KJM - heres is a video of the area in the Mts which you may enjoy
its called
Simple Fun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRCfY1oV1ZI&list=UU4VsmwpTrWZjDyWIANsKrvA&index=7&feature=plcp
yrs back we still had snow in july on the trails which is usually gone way before july yet we all had a blast ...
hope you enjoy
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After living in Sierra Nevada foothills during the depression when we had an outhouse my family moved back to the San Francisco Bay area, They had indoor toilets that I never seen before. I was about 6 years old at the time.Grandma asked me what I thought of the new toilet. I replied it splashed on my butt.I couldn't understand their laughter.
rburg
Member
More outhouse humor. I belong to a jeep club. Its a pretty big organization with members going their own way. Jeeping is an odd hobby that attracts people from all walks of life and income levels. We even have "factions", but those groups all manage to come together when it comes time to put on a race. The first few years we didn't know what to expect (this will be our 42nd race year). So everyone expected maybe a few hundred paying guests. Of course word got out and soon it was in the thousands. All those folks need to eat and drink beer. Some of the wives didn't cook or sell, they ran to groceries all over the place buying more beer (and maybe soft drinds) and hamburger,etc. And what goes in must come back out.
The early years we just rented, "borrowed" or did whatever to get port-o-lets. But those portable potties are expensive. So after a few more years, some of our brighter members got to thinking (very dangerous with bored minds fueled by adult beverages.) So a plan was devised to just take plywood and some structural lumber and put together our own outhouses a few weekends before the next race. Worked like a charm and everyone loved them. "Cute" would be a good term for them. Even had the crescent on the door and a little roof slanting to the rear, just like the real think. The seats were "OK'. Another hole cut in the plywood, with a genine seat on some, and fabricated seats on others.
It seemed to be working great during the race. No really bad complaints at first. But then after the 2nd or 3rd day, the stench started to become overpowering. The guys would mostly walk behind them and do their business. Finally someone figured out it was the cute little roof that was holding in the odor. Jeepers are known for quick and dirty fixes. So a guy just found a piece of 4x4, tossed it in his jeep and took a drive. At each one he opened the door, used the chunk of wood as a hammer and knocked the roof up and over the back. No fuss, no muss, the offending roof was gone. And the smell mostly went back to tolerable.
Everyone felt the low cost porta johns were a big money saver for us. So the next years race was fast approaching and no one had given much thought to toilets. The weekend before the big race everyone got together and started various projects. And of course one group got stuck with checking out and fixing any toilet problems. But we were a big club and had folks with access to equipment. One guy brought in a water truck. Small pump, big tank. So we'd drive to each little toilet, start the pump and flush each out. If there were any remnants of the prior year, it was mostly vanished. But each got a good cleaning until we got to one toilet. Opening the door we saw something to behold. It was the king of all tomato plants, growing right up out of the seat hole.
Not only was it about 5' tall, it had a bunch of the biggest red tomato's you've ever seen. So our Leader (still sometimes called leader) decided they were too beautiful to toss. He picked them and put them on the passengers seat of his jeep. They cut the plant down, hosed out the facility and moved on.
But the big event that held us all together was a huge dinner up by our "clubhouse". Everyone brought along something and its always a feast.
So Mikey with the tomatos went to the kitchen area and washed them up. Groups that did unpleasant jobs usually receive a raft of grief over it. Those tending the outhouses got the worst of it. So Mike sliced the tomato's up for burger size meals and put them out with the other fixin's.
And as our group took more abuse, some were heard to tell the others "have another slice of tomato". Some muffled laughter. Funny thing was, no one working that detail was seen to even taste the tomato's. Go figure.
Of course after everyone had eaten and our guys had enough abuse, the story was told in front of everyone. Full details, how nice and big and juicy the tomato's were, where they'd come from, and what they grew in.
Funny thing, no one will trust us much anymore. And it was over 30 years ago!!
The early years we just rented, "borrowed" or did whatever to get port-o-lets. But those portable potties are expensive. So after a few more years, some of our brighter members got to thinking (very dangerous with bored minds fueled by adult beverages.) So a plan was devised to just take plywood and some structural lumber and put together our own outhouses a few weekends before the next race. Worked like a charm and everyone loved them. "Cute" would be a good term for them. Even had the crescent on the door and a little roof slanting to the rear, just like the real think. The seats were "OK'. Another hole cut in the plywood, with a genine seat on some, and fabricated seats on others.
It seemed to be working great during the race. No really bad complaints at first. But then after the 2nd or 3rd day, the stench started to become overpowering. The guys would mostly walk behind them and do their business. Finally someone figured out it was the cute little roof that was holding in the odor. Jeepers are known for quick and dirty fixes. So a guy just found a piece of 4x4, tossed it in his jeep and took a drive. At each one he opened the door, used the chunk of wood as a hammer and knocked the roof up and over the back. No fuss, no muss, the offending roof was gone. And the smell mostly went back to tolerable.
Everyone felt the low cost porta johns were a big money saver for us. So the next years race was fast approaching and no one had given much thought to toilets. The weekend before the big race everyone got together and started various projects. And of course one group got stuck with checking out and fixing any toilet problems. But we were a big club and had folks with access to equipment. One guy brought in a water truck. Small pump, big tank. So we'd drive to each little toilet, start the pump and flush each out. If there were any remnants of the prior year, it was mostly vanished. But each got a good cleaning until we got to one toilet. Opening the door we saw something to behold. It was the king of all tomato plants, growing right up out of the seat hole.
Not only was it about 5' tall, it had a bunch of the biggest red tomato's you've ever seen. So our Leader (still sometimes called leader) decided they were too beautiful to toss. He picked them and put them on the passengers seat of his jeep. They cut the plant down, hosed out the facility and moved on.
But the big event that held us all together was a huge dinner up by our "clubhouse". Everyone brought along something and its always a feast.
So Mikey with the tomatos went to the kitchen area and washed them up. Groups that did unpleasant jobs usually receive a raft of grief over it. Those tending the outhouses got the worst of it. So Mike sliced the tomato's up for burger size meals and put them out with the other fixin's.
And as our group took more abuse, some were heard to tell the others "have another slice of tomato". Some muffled laughter. Funny thing was, no one working that detail was seen to even taste the tomato's. Go figure.
Of course after everyone had eaten and our guys had enough abuse, the story was told in front of everyone. Full details, how nice and big and juicy the tomato's were, where they'd come from, and what they grew in.
Funny thing, no one will trust us much anymore. And it was over 30 years ago!!rburg
Member
Just thought I should add in to the above story. Any time in our club if you tell them to eat a slice of tomato, its understood you're telling them to eat "shxx".
Lots of great post. Anyone else heard the phrase, "Built like a brick Sh*& House"? Don't know if there ever was brick out house built or not but the phrase used to be said a lot around this neck of the woods. Even was said about a good looking gal, believe it or not.
Joe
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Joe
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