I was familiar with the hermit, Dugout Dick. I just didn’t know we were near where he lived and would be passing by. This I was thrilled to see.
Rather than try to tell you about him I’ll let the signs do so. I took a close-up of the reading part of each sign to make it easier for you to read.
The only remaining stone cabin.
That is a lot of work there building by hand.
Yep, that roof looks good to me.
Hey Dad, this is the kind of place we need.
As I said, I knew of Dugout Dick. He’s been riding with me in the door window for a lot of years.
3 comments:
What an interesting guy. I loved hearing how he rented out the dugouts...I imagine that's the kind of thing many of my friends would enjoy visiting...back in the day! Glad he got home before he died.
wow, I'd love to visit his place, it looks pretty nice! He lived his dream!
I read about Dugout Dick a few years back (along with some other colorful characters) in this book: "Idaho loners: hermits, solitaries, and individualists" https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0960356657/
I think you'd enjoy reading it, too.
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