Our friend Buphalo purchased a fully- gutted short sale in 2010, a home that needed extensive work before it could sufficiently shelter him. In an effort to save money, and because he has always been more comfortable outside, he and Morgan decided to build a little shack over the remnants of a dead cedar hot tub we had on our deck that he could sleep in until his place was ready. We called it the Hut Tub.
The tub had been too leaky since 2004 to use as a tub, so they converted it to the tiny “sunken living room” of the hut. A tiny wood stove was found to put inside it, a bed platform was built, walls, windows, a roof… what more could you need? Never mind that you could see daylight between the siding boards, and that the temperatures got down into the teens one week, it was a perfectly cozy little home.
We have had only a few other people stay there since Buphalo moved on–it made a decent fair-weather guest house– but we have had little fires and used it to hang out in. It was a very charming little clubhouse.
No more! Making way for a new storage shed with proportions more suitable to our needs, the Hut Tub met its end last Friday. Buphalo was there for the end, as he was in the beginning.
We will remember it fondly.

