Warning: Someone needs to get out the Thorazine and have it ready for WoodsWalker.
So I was down to camp this weekend. I had spent the winter ruminating over what to do. Back during Deer Season, I found the end of the poop pipe had gone dry. It was all going somewhere, just not out the end of the pipe. This promised to be a challenging weekend. I had visions of a great underground chasm filled with sewage and fears that while I slept the ground would open up beneath me and Deer Camp would fall into the abyss.
This morning, I went out to the back and drank a couple cups of coffee, listened to the turkeys and then went back in and waited for things to get over freezing, ate breakfast and then went back out. It was just #3 son, Angus, and I working on it. Moose, #2 son, the plumber in the family had stayed home. He could guess what was ahead and wimped out. It did not take long to find the trouble. There was only about 10 yards of buried clay pipe. It was mostly less than 6 inches under the ground. Flushing was forming a soupy spot about halfway down.
4 hours later, I laid down for a nap. Behind me lay a pile of impacted ceramic pipe sections. After moving into camp in 2001, I had put 100 feet of corrugated pipe on the end to send the stuff further down the hill. Now, I had the sewer stripped back to the edge of the house and the corrugated drain pipe attached there.
Next steps will be digging the trench a foot or so deeper, laying new PVC pipe and then burying it. I should have everything done before the end of turkey season.
Ah! The challenges of having a 100 year old deer camp.