My husband thinks nothing of camping outside in the middle of winter…in a tent – so by his standards the man cave was luxurious! The 600 square foot blight rustic cabin was rumored to have been a gas station, a bait & tackle shop and for a time during the 1950′s a quaint motel. When I first met my husband it was decades past it’s glory days and had a lot of character…including but not limited to; a leaky roof, orange water, no heat, a stove that had to be lit manually, a refrigerator from the Kennedy era and an active population of flying squirrels! We sub-let from the critters – they were there generations before us and despite my best efforts are still there thriving to this day.
You can see the concrete pads that once held the gas pumps…you have to wonder what this means for the groundwater!
The addition to the rear of the cave was complete some time in the early 1960′s and with it came indoor plumbing! Funny to see this portion of the cave was once something to be proud of!