Hygiene, Maintenance, WTF moment

Timing is everything

Much like other adventures in life, there have been lots of conversations about poop aboard. I learned from times when you are stressing yourself physically, speaking to some detail about your leavings becomes the way of things whether you like it or not. It’s a really easy way to understand stress and poor hydration. One could say if the subject matter at hand is not solid, neither is the rest of you and you should take care. I didn’t realize it would become a normal topic in a stress-free, everyday existence.

As a dog caretaker, I already have a fair amount of this to deal with, to be fair. Now, I contend with not only picking it up for dog, but pumping it out for ourselves.

You can go to a pumping area and empty your holding tank. We aren’t ready to move yet. We either treat the boat like a fancy tent or figure something out.

This community at the marina is full of information – everytime you even mention a need at the coffee shop, package office, or to a neighbor. I don’t recall where or who we got the tip from, but there’s a company that will come pump out your holding tank for you. While you are at work. Yet another little industry that is so random and yet so amazingly genius. I swear I heard angels sing when I heard this news.

So, this magical little boat comes by once a week and pumps out the holding tank. Shayne waved them down as they cruised to service other customers two weeks ago. They’d been tough to get ahold of, and were apparently crazy busy. Needless to say, we were both elated that they were taking on other customers. Perhaps because we were close to others, perhaps because we’d pay in cash. We were happy to sign up whatever the reason in their packed agenda.

That done, we got soft. Normally, in a land-based toilet, you flush it and it goes away and doesn’t smell. Here, well not so much. The super friendly and knowledgeable girl at the marine sanitation store (aka the poo store) informed me that our toilet is comprised of three chambers. So when you flush it, it is vacuumed into one chamber, then another, then the final one. I feel like I should buy her a drink after we’ve had such conversations.

But I digress, you want to make certain the timing is right on that final chamber. It’s essential to not cut the army off at the pass. That must have not happened at one point. I think we have a crushed soldier, perhaps. Efforts to clear the pass have not happened. We will inquire within the community.

Our other toilet, next to the galley, has a holding tank that can only be treated and dumped overboard outside of the Puget Sound-ish area. So, we’d have to go pretty far to make that work. That’s going to have to be a while.

In the meantime, timing is everything.


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