Ah, the wonders of off-grid living. So placid. So serene and trouble-free. So…#$%^!!!
If I’d checked the level in the water tank more often, I’d have known trouble was coming. Then maybe I could have done something about it before the whole place suddenly became uninhabitable. But did I do that? No! That would have made perfect sense. Wouldn’t even have been out of my way, since I drive by the damned thing a couple of times a damn day. Keep telling myself I oughta, too. When I’m not actually driving past it.
Tank’s empty, pump’s not running and maybe hasn’t been for weeks, I dunno. But I know I won’t be using my Real Flush Toilet for a while. Washing dishes will need advance planning. I’ll be hauling water a lot from now till I can get the damned thing fixed.
Grumble!
I remember driving a tractor once where the gas gauge was a straightened coat hanger sticking up in the air while it bobbed on a cork float. Might something like that serve as a remote level indicator for the tank? Drive by and eyeball the thing with a spyglass, no walking involved. I’m presuming you can see it from the jeep and we all know what making assumptions does… Keep us posted.
S’pose the mice/rats have moved from the Jeep to the pump house?
Oh yikes, Kentucky. And that’s why Joel hasn’t trapped any in the space between the wood pile and the Lair for a while? Wouldn’t that be a hoot. Waiting to hear more.
Have you done any preliminary troubleshooting Joel? Can you tell if the trouble is electrical, mechanical or plumbing related? Freeze up?