I grew up with a wooden outhouse (with two holes, not one, for double seating!). It's still standing today.
My mom still uses her wringer washer. We both continue to line-dry laundry.
Ahh, progress: for you, All that changed the day the highway came to the country, cutting a path through our family's property. Modernization had arrived. But with it was gone of what I remembered of the backwoods. I hope you can find a place like it again, somewhere. Lovely writing and photos!