It was time to call the septic guy out. Loud banging noises from the timer were what did it finally. Almost incessant clicking, whirring, thumping. We wanted him to check to see if something was wrong with the timer/alarm thingy...
Turns out that we hadn't pumped the tanks in a long time (or perhaps ever), so...
He'd asked that we dig up the tank hatches. We thought that we knew right where they are. And we did...for two of them. Apparently, there are three (when you count the pump tank - who knew?).
When he arrived to check things out, he's like "where's the third hatch?"
I'm like..."uhm...what?"
So, we used a big old iron bar and dug around a bit...didn't find it though.
This is where Chris (Gardener) comes in. He'd dug up the other two hatches, took out the plants, that kinda stuff. So we called him back in and said..."the septic guy says the third hatch should be around here."
So Chris dug...and dug...and probably cursed...and dug some more. Until he found the pump...tank. About 3 feet down it was. Frustrated, hot, tired...he went home (after a beer and a couple of cokes).
Now...goofy starts digging around with the big bar. Certain that the hatch has been found...calling Chris...
Arriving a bit less enthusiastically than before...he dug where the bar was...no hatch there tho. Turns out it was about two feet north of where goofy thought it was.
The good news is we found it. Chris and I actually celebrated...beer and staring at the hatch...won't lose it again, I think, as we are going to install homing beacons this time.
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