My septic woes haven't gone away, something is wrong down the underground. Above ground the problems have been feeling monumental to me as well. I couldn't find a contractor to take this job on, even with my septic backing into my bath tub.
I poked around with my pick axe and found nothing. One contractor said go to the county and find the plans which show where the septic tank is. That sounded odd to me so we struggled through the weekend with a toilet ready not to flush and a shower that we feared to use...I used our outdoor shower and my wife went to the gym...and we had a porta potty at the ready! What a life in Paradise! The county offices were incredibly helpful including one clerk (a government worker no less) got me in touch with a contractor who showed up as promised and stated to work.
They poked through the dirt and rocks and eventually found the downpour buried in 18 inches of dirt. Cheyenne kept an eye on them to make sure nothing went amiss.
They looked at each other and said this missing septic tank needed the big guns to force it to give up its location.
Please come back was all I said as they got in the truck and ...sure enough Howie was back, and armed for bear.
It was like an archaeological search, we knew the septic tank was there, but it was missing and hadn't been seen for years. We never had a septic tank in our house in California and surely not on our boat when we lived on that so we had no idea that this box was supposed to be pumped out every now and again.
The irony is the county is getting ready to install a central sewer system soon. That will be good for the nearshore waters and the coral but this septic system has given sterling service while being totally ignored. I've learned a lot this weekend. Tomorrow I expect to learn quite a bit more about where it all goes when I flush. Oh well, knowledge has got to be a good thing even if it stinks.