I returned back to the job near Calvert late Monday – as late as I could because my black tank was just getting fuller and fuller with no where to go. 14 days of occupation since I had last dumped the tank.
Today was the day that was going to change. We generally put in a 300 gallon tank. The septic systems don’t get alot of use when I am here because I am frugal and once we are gone they will only get intermittent use. No sense over-engineering the system. Water flows downhill so you have to design the septic system layout accordingly. The inlet side is higher than the tank so the effluent will flow into the tank. The inlet is also a few inches higher than the outlet. We run the outlet downhill for about 6 feet and then attach the field line. The field line must run level to afford the effluent an opportunity to leach out for the length of the line and not all run to the end. Simple concept but it is usually a matter of inches which most times looks alot easier than it really is.

Ready for service. The blue pipe still needs to be trimmed to ground level and and the inlet fitting attached.
This installation has two inlets so the owner can move his trailer in here. The trailer will serve as a weekend retreat until construction on his house is completed. Total time on the septic system installation was about 3.5 hours.
The representative of the local electric co-op also stopped by today at our request so we could clarify where the poles are going to go and how much right of way he requires. I am fully expecting it to be 2 more weeks before I have electricity. He said both his digger trucks that have the big auger on them to drill holes for the power poles are broken down.
Climbing in and out of the trench and shoveling loose dirt was tough on the old man today. I was glad to see that last bit of pipe covered with dirt.
I was dirty and tired and obviously sadly out of shape after the winter layoff. A splash of Jim Beam while I am posting this and late news is on is certainly soothing the aching muscles. It is just pure hell to get old.End Note: Fried Chicken and Gasoline by Southern Culture on the Skids from the Dirt Track Date album. Sometimes you just gotta have that cowbell and twangin’ guitars.
Mark One Chore Off the List,
I bet you’re glad that’s done…now on with some electric 🙂
We are ready for the power lines. Looks like the electric company is not ready for us.