As a kid, my dad had a very Little-house-on-the-prairie-esq hunting cabin, complete with an outhouse, hand-pumped water, and potbellied stove for heat. It was a fun novelty as a little kid, but the charm wore off as I grew.
One of the best days of my teen years was when that camp was sold and proceeds went to putting in a pool.
Grew up going to my grandparents farm that had an outhouse. This was back in the 70's and early 80's. During the warmer months they would send us cousins outside to play and if you had to go, you used the outhouse. There was no running in and out of the house - for anything. We had a flash light to make sure no creepycrawlers were on or near the seat before we sat down.
They took down the outhouse some time in the early 90's. That part of the yard looks very strange.
Yes, our summer cottage in Maine had a pink outhouse, well my step father made us paint it pink so it would be easier to find it in the woods.
We only had cold running water too, we had to boiled it to wash dishes and take sponge baths.
I remember my step wouldn't build a new outhouse guess he was too lazy to build one, so he made my brother clean it out, for once in my life I was thankful that I was a girl.
I can still picture my brother at the age of 12 having to shovel out the waste into buckets and take it deeper into the woods and put the waste into a hole, so sad.