Okay, so as we walked furthur into the yard, we realized we were sinking into the ground with every step we took. The entire yard was one big mud pit. No grass. There were stepping stones that I still don't know how we found because half of them were buried under a mound of frozen snow and the other half were sunken down and covered in mud. This is what we had to walk in to get to the "suites":
The other thing we noticed about the ground was it was completely covered in cat poop. Everywhere. It was literally all over. As you can probably guess, the circled items below are, well, cat turds. This spot was not an isolated spot, either. The whole yard looked like this.
Finally, we find our "suite." First we reached our personal "private" hot tub. Apparently to them, private means you don't need a fourth wall, and that gaping hole where the fourth wall should be can open up into the yard where anyone passing by can see you.
And if you look below, you will see what our beautiful view would have been through that gaping hole while lounging in our personal, "private" hot tub. The house next door, which was only missing some yellow "condemned" tape wrapped around it and some runaways hiding out inside. (It was a vacant house, we found out later.) See below.
And my last picture for this post is the wall behind the hot tub. It looked like, well, I'll let you use your imagination. This picture barely does it justice. It was a mustard/puke green color and absolutely covered the entire wall. I have no idea what it was and don't want to.
Okay, once again, and I promise for the final time, I'm going to have to ask you to refer to part 3 of our exciting adventure. Scroll down.
The other thing we noticed about the ground was it was completely covered in cat poop. Everywhere. It was literally all over. As you can probably guess, the circled items below are, well, cat turds. This spot was not an isolated spot, either. The whole yard looked like this.
Finally, we find our "suite." First we reached our personal "private" hot tub. Apparently to them, private means you don't need a fourth wall, and that gaping hole where the fourth wall should be can open up into the yard where anyone passing by can see you. 
And if you look below, you will see what our beautiful view would have been through that gaping hole while lounging in our personal, "private" hot tub. The house next door, which was only missing some yellow "condemned" tape wrapped around it and some runaways hiding out inside. (It was a vacant house, we found out later.) See below.
And my last picture for this post is the wall behind the hot tub. It looked like, well, I'll let you use your imagination. This picture barely does it justice. It was a mustard/puke green color and absolutely covered the entire wall. I have no idea what it was and don't want to.
Okay, once again, and I promise for the final time, I'm going to have to ask you to refer to part 3 of our exciting adventure. Scroll down.
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