The machine gets its treads and claws into the project. Here’s a picture of our old septic drain field (with compost bin) and its replacement going in below.
Often I take the drain field for granted. Also known as the leach-field, this is where the rural household effluent goes… if one wants a land with scant impurities going into streams, ponds, rivers—the water table itself…. If we’ve had a deluge forcing notice of our decrepit septic system we may need it made new. I can’t post a smell, nor would I want to, but you’ll recall this smell without that: Like garbage, sewage seems to smell the same everywhere.
The monster also has teeth!
I may take flushing the toilet for granted, even when visiting the city where it all flushes through gigantic pipings and tunnels into the municipal sewage plant for cleansing. But imagine what the land or the city or the community or the household or apartment would be like without this kind of infrastructure.
In part, it’s called infrastructure because like the infrared on the color spectrum it is largely invisible to our eyes. Infrared means “below red” and is at the lowest end of light rays. Infrastructure is the main reason why we pay taxes. But this is a picto-post about our rural household, and we pay for this work out of our pockets direct to the man with his own business…and his own infrastructure to keep up.
Here’s just one of his monsters. Can you imagine making one of these from scratch? Neither can I. Fortunately, Mr. Kimball is probably making juuuuust enough to pay for his heavy equipment. This monster is but one part of the collective monstrosity. Notice the pillar of light working with the monster? Just making sure all are working safely, all is well. And well-made.
Here is the finish of our replaced leach field. I told our neighbor who works in the post office when I went for the mail: “The neighborhood is going to smell nice again.”
Thank you, AK’s Excavation!