Ah, the joys of home ownership. Was quite a wild week at home for us.
The sewer backed up into the basement Tuesday night, requiring an after-hours (and thereby, even more expensive) call to a plumber.
By the way, plumbers have the coolest tools these daze. Besides their old standby, the snake, they have this camera device that runs down the pipe so they can see therein to help diagnose the problem. Suffice to say: I’ve seen enough of the inside of my sewer pipes to last me a lifetime. Even better, the camera can be detected from above ground with a divining rod-like device, identifying the location and the depth of the pipe. Note that my sewer pipes aren’t metal, making this kind of detection invaluable.
Did I mention that the house is on a private road? Hence, the fine folks from the planning office in the city have no liability for what goes on, until it reaches the city sewer main (about 250 feet from the front of my place). The were pretty specific, but not in a bad way.
2-1/2 hours later, we gave up, having traveled 125 feet into the pipe, without clearing (or even hitting) the blockage. Happily, drainage via "seepage" meant we could risk a few flushes and fast showers the following morning, but it’s dishes by hand and careful monitoring of the floor drain in the basement.
The guys helped me locate the pipe on a non-paved corner of the property, where we planned to install a ‘cleanout’. A cleanout is an access point to the sewer at a point further down the pipe (about 80 feet from the basement access point). Once installed, we’d use the cleanout to send the snake and the camera further down the pipe.
Being an action-oriented kind of guy (and having an excess of frustrated energy over the situation), I set out to dig the 3′ wide x 5′ long by 5′ deep trench on my own (my mind was telling me I’d be saving on digging expenses this way).
In a word: pain. I am feeling muscles I didn’t know I had.
Eight hours of digging later, I gave it up. I was five feet deep and three wide, but had not found the pipe. The little green line the plumber had chalked on my lawn 60-odd cubic feet of dirt ago wasn’t quite in the right place, and to make matters more interesting, the location of the pipe based on the ‘as-built’ plans from City Hall suggested the pipe was a few feet to the southeast, underneath the driveway. Ouch.
In another word, stupid. Why the hell was I doing this by hand?
Did I mention sunburn? Yes. You can get sunburned in Seattle
Turns out, I’d missed the pipe by only a few inches, and it was actually to the northwest of where I was digging. On Friday, the diggers came and found it in about thirty seconds. Within minutes, they had the trench widened using a backhoe. In another 60 minutes, they had the cleanout installed and we were ready for the plumber and his magic camera and snake.
A few hours later, the plumber found a root ball (concentration of tree roots) a ways further down the pipe and chewed through it in a matter of minutes.
We flush, therefore we are.
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