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It was also fun to go through a 30-foot snow tunnel to the outhouse.
That brought back memories for me.
My father has a cabin on a lake in Ontario, Canada. The winter he had it built I accompanied him on the trip. I was 10. We had to go through a snow tunnel to reach the outhouse too. I'm short now, but I was really short then, and the snow seemed to me to be at least 20 feet deep. Angus, the camp cook, who took care of me during the day when the others were working teased me by telling me there was an old bear that hung out by the outhouse looking for a good meal.You can imagine the speed records I must have broken for peeing in an outhouse after that. ;->
Angus was a great guy. I still have a letter somewhere that he wrote and mailed me that was written on birch bark. He Even fashined the envelope out of it. He was such a patient person. We would play cards for hours and when I tired of that he would get some bark and make me a teepee and canoe so I could play with that.
Thanks for the memory RMP.
