When we were building our Ashland house, we had it all planned out. Mike purchased a very cute 18′ travel trailer and we parked it on a level spot on the property. It was our temporary home. It had a tiny bathroom and running water and the neighboring blue porto-potty was setup for any construction crews. Every base was covered.
During the first week in the snowy mountains, all of our trailer plumbing froze. Plan B. We switched to jugs of water for dishes, we begrudgingly slipped on our mud caked snow/work boots to trudge over to the porto-potty to do our business (midnight trips were horrible) and then the cherry on top… we specifically joined the local YMCA gym for the use of the showers and we went into town 2-3 times a week to clean up. I’ll never forget the look of horror when we’d hand over our membership card to the check-in desk. You could feel their eyes burning through our backs as our muddy and paint-riddled clothes made a straight bee-line to the showers. We never once set foot on one piece of exercise equipment.
So when our current bathroom wasn’t done in time, our new setup was a piece of cake. We had two necessary needs. A place to bathe and a toilet. The good news is the toilet in the detached guest cottage works, so that covered that. However the shower in the guest cottage has no hot water-heater (currently) so cold showers were out. So Mike hustled right up to the very last minute and got us hot water in our beautiful tub. We have to take baths, but it’s kind of fun. (Fun, since we only had to do it for a short while.)
Mike was in there scrubbing away on our first night and I peeked in and asked how it was going and he said, “I feel like I’m a Clint Eastwood movie.” Yep, it does. All we need is a shotgun leaning against the wall and a saloon girl to come in with a copper tea kettle with more hot water.