Thirteen years in North Idaho I never had an indoor toilet - we shoveled a path through the snow to the outhouse (sometimes it got to be a trench 3' deep). I thought it was a benefit, getting out early in the morning, overlooking the alder and fern wetland (no door), watching the chickadees and whistling back to them. The seat was a carved piece of blue foam insulation board, so no seat shock to contend with. We never had winds when it snowed, though, so no blizzards to get lost in.

When folks would ask, "You don't have an indoor toilet?", my answer was, "Hell no, we don't shiit in our house, do you?"

You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the old model obsolete.
R. Buckminster Fuller