Working, post 3. Michigan basement

I recently had to climb to the far back of our crawlspace to install a hookup for our icemaker. While I was there, I took pictures of everything in sight, hopefully to prevent a future visit. In many spots, there isn't really room to crawl, so much as just shimmy. If in the future I can look at a picture instead of crawling back there, so much the better.

I commented on the nature of Michigan basements in a previous post, but will duplicate it here:

A Michigan basement is characterized by its structure made of stones stacked on one another, filled with dirt and concrete. Further, the floor is typically dirt, and there is often not enough room to stand. Every house we saw had a basement like this, and ours is far from the worst. In our house concrete has been added to the floor, which makes the ceiling even lower.

Here's a more colorful description I found:

"The short story is that a Michigan Basement means a basement with a dirt floor. But to say that is so bland, so flat. It leaves out so many of the nuances that make a Michigan Basement truly a thing to be remembered. Things like: a rickety staircase that descends at a 45-degree angle where there are no backboards, so you look down into a black abyss; where the last step is missing so you crash, with your laundry falling everywhere, onto the damp, moldy floor. Then there are the cobwebs hanging down like drapes in a Martha Stewart nightmare; and the old wooden barrels left over from kraut-making days; the musty furniture, preserve jars, and the long chest that looks disturbingly like a coffin."

Enjoy!