Outhouse Terrors

An outhouse, thirty feet from the front door of Grandpa GlasenerĘ»s cabin at Bark Point. For a seven-year-old with an overactive imagination, 300 yards into the big bad forest. Our summer vacation home on the southern shore of Lake Superior had running water but no indoor plumbing. In the daytime, no problem. Well, fewer problems.Continue reading “Outhouse Terrors”