Of course, and we did. The camp was actually well organized as much as I question the authority of the staff there. There were around fifty inmates which were divided into groups. Each group was required to build there own site, and the “privy” was the first thing to be built. It was a ten foot hole in the ground we dug with hand tools. No tractors or anything like that. Shovels, tamping bars, and pick axes. Once the hole was dug we built the structure over it “the shitter,” if you will. We would pour lime into the pit weekly to assist decomposition. The privy had absolutely no scent at all…no kidding…Bessy’s bathroom probably smells worse than our shit-shack.
Well honestly I’d rather not have had to go to wilderness camp (was having fun as a juvinile delinquent out in the real world) so that kitchen you see is in no way something I chose to build. And the cabin is the same. At the time we built it, I didn’t like the old man at all and would have rather not helped him.
But I will leave something behind for the world when I go, Satyr. Something big…you’ll know it when you see it.
The words “my god…detrop did it…HE FUCKIN DID IT, I can’t believe this!”, will come out of your mouth as you watch a mushroom cloud rise on your southern horizon (you are in Canada…look toward the US to see it).