The Saga Continues.
We found the well. We were even lucky in finding the well. It was in the most logical place it could be and we found it on our first try. We dug four feet down and behold there it was.
Much jubilation ensued.
Then Monday the engineer came for a preliminary visit in order to see where a new septic system could be installed.
The news was not good.
You see, when you’re and idiot from the city you don’t tend to think in terms of the evacuation of crap. At least not in this context.
You see the cool cottage clinging to the side of a mountain. You see the trees, the nature, the five acres of land behind the house. You see the view, you see the fireplace… In short you see everything but the crap.
And a house clinging to the side of a mountain is not conducive to the installation of a drainfield with a septic system (you need a maximum 30% grade or less). And the only place that could have a drainfield is a problem because a) it’s too close to the well and b) it doesn’t belong to us, and somehow I don’t think the next city over (which is our neighbour) would be willing to let us use their land to drain our septic system.
Y’all are learning way more about septic tank installation than you ever wanted to, eh?
A closed tank seems to be the “best” option in a world of nasty options. Not terribly expensive, but it has to be emptied very very often for much much money. And it pretty much kills any possibility of living there full time.
At this point, I’m kicking myself for not having thought of this when we bought. And I want to take a slingblade to the idiot who built the house. Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on your point of view) he’s dead.
I know, eventually some solution will rear it’s head, and, yes Ian, I know, this too will pass.