When we returned this spring, one of the first jobs to be tackled was clearing out and firing up the poo-hole. The Captain did his work dutifully, and within minutes, it was up and running again.
After a short time, the dreaded green cloud of poo-hole stink began to waft through the bathroom. Oh no! Not again! The dingdangdongdarned fan had packed it in again. (Remember: one fan draws fresh air into the holding tank, one fan pulls the funky rank moist air out of the holding tank. The air circulation by these two fans is what dries out the glop in the tank and helps it to break down into compost.) I'm guessing you won't need two guesses to figure out which of the two fans packed up on us. When the only fan working is the intake fan, it pushes the funky stink out the seat into the bathroom. Yuck!
[shakes an angry fist at the gods]
Handy Dad suggested a Red Green repair: We get a big, square, room fan, place it under the poo-hole chute at a 45 degree angle and bwap anything coming down the chute out the far side of the cottage. Of course, the neighbours on that side of us would most likely stop speaking to us rather quickly. (Yes, bwap is a verb.. Go on and try to tell me that you don't know exactly what that means).
Here are some of the technical drawings from that discussion:
Here are some of the technical drawings from that discussion:
Handy Dad was joking (when does he not?), but it did give us a good laugh while we contemplated another year fighting the poo hole.
The Captain donned his coveralls and went back under the cottage. Fortunately the one fan was just a bit stuck after sitting idle all winter, and started spinning again with a little nudge. Phew! Stink bullet dodged!
I'm sure the neighbours are happier too.
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