As an apprentice leatherworker I had no money, but that didn't matter, as it never was an issue for me. An old, beat up woodstove that just couldn't hold a fire overnite. The snow would come in under the door. My electric blanket kept me warm.
Water was in a garbage can, frozen over in the winter, beside the stove where I'd break the ice and dip in to make coffee. It was delightful. No water, no outhouse even. But it was $15/month, and on my salary I could afford that.
The family of a friend came to see me, and from the comments of the folks in the vicinity, learned that the 'old man' lives up there. I was often in an old wool hat and full length coat. Musta looked like an old man. My friends missed me, but left a note: "Looks like you decided to join the Peace Corp after all". (My other plan back then)