Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2015

Blowing the stink off in Datil, New Mexico

I'm at the cabin, still, and feeling pretty darn good about it.

Kathryn is a retired science and feature writer, formerly of California, who passed through Datil and liked it enough to come back. She has been road-tripping in her Miata for many weeks. Her wildlife encounters so far include two bears and replacing the Miata's ragtop, a cougar, and a skunk (none in Datil). We may end up in a book!





People ask me where I'm from, and usually now I just tell them where I live. Either they've never heard of it ("it's between the Very Large Array and Pie Town"), or they say, "Oh! That book!" I figured this trip it's time to read that book:




On page 32, something (Me) said frivolously, "Get up and drive to Reserve." I was dubious, and so I negotiated by saying "no." 

Alright, but at least get up and take a walk. Blow the stink off ya.  That seemed like a pretty good deal, considering what I'd bargained down from, so I grabbed my camera and took my day-jammies for a walk.

Must have been my spidey-sense telling me to take a camera.



I wasn't trying to smish him.

Last year, I showed you some big tarantulas we saw up at Santa Rosa Lake:

Desert blond tarantula from Santa Rosa, NM. Not the same guys here.

The little guys here are about 1/3 the size. I still don't know what they're called. 











It's an address, not a speed.






San Agustin plains.



Elk memories.






Dinner memories. Not elk.

It's a good thing I have that foot at the end of my leg. It saves me putting my hands next to stuff.



Do you see the cabin? Not mine.



Second sighting. "Spider, spider, let me be! Keep your urticating hairs FAR from me!"
This is the time of year when males go a'courtin'. Like Mr. Frog dating Miss Mousie, but intraspecies.


















I was just now sitting in the warmth of the sunshine; when clouds get all up in the Sun's business I have to turn on the heat.



Friday, October 5, 2012

Composting toilets for RVs and simple homes

We've gotten a landslide of emails (3) asking us for more details about a composting toilet in an RV. You want details? You can't HANDLE the details!

[You totally can.]

WARNING: I am going to talk about human bodily functions and their results. I won't want to eat after I've finished this post, and that's my goal for you, too.

I've discussed this issue on public forums, and I've found that composting humanure in any way can make people really mad. I've warned you, now it's up to you to bring up toilets only very carefully as dinner party chatter.

Why compost?


An average RV toilet uses two quarts of water per flush, which is 4.2 pounds (plus the you-know-what you just did into that water).  
  • A couple might flush 10 times a day = 42 pounds/day (five gallons of previously-drinkable water)
  • In one month, that couple has created 1300 pounds of waste that must be treated (including a rather conservative estimate of the weight of the urine and feces involved). This also represents 150 gallons of drinking water.
Many RVers divert their gray water for flushing, which is certainly an improvement. Still, the weight and volume of the waste remain the same.

Our composting toilet is pretty forgiving in the poo-storage department. A full vault is not a de-camping emergency. It will begin to ask politely to be emptied, and will not become belligerent for several days when it won't allow itself to be cranked.

However, timely urine removal is not optional. Please don't ask how we know this. However, delay is not a catastrophe like Isaac or Katrina. It will be contained, you just won't enjoy clean-up.

If you're talking about the same couple in a stationary home with a common low-flow toilet (1.6 gallons), the amount of treatable waste is more than two tons (4000 pounds) in a month. That's about 500 gallons of drinking water. If you're mad when you look at your water/sewer bill, imagine turning 4000 pounds of your own dookie back into drinking water and the bill will seem cheap.

The takeaway point is that our waste doesn't cease to exist after we flush. RVers know that when they drop the stinky slinky into that hole in the ground, but even then, it still lives.

Maybe you're an intermittent flusher; I'm cool with that. You can customize these numbers just knowing that a gallon of water weighs 8.35 pounds.

What's in it for me?


If you're a campground kind of RVer, maybe not much. I can't deny the bliss of never thinking about where poo goes after it leaves me. This is an excellent set-up for boondockers and homesteaders, and people who are seeking simplicity. You can't get much simpler than we are.


How to compost poop


I'll talk about the Nature's Head composting toilet, just because that's what I know.


However, there are many approaches to RV waste management. Van dwellers tend to be very ingenious in this area (and in many others, too).

For two people, the Nature's Head poo-vault needs to be dumped about twice a month. The urine bucket in front (shown pristine white in the photo) must be dumped every two days, at least. Urine does not burn vegetation, and is safely dumped onto the ground. [Don't dump urine into a stream or other water body. Just because. A nice hole facilitates a contained dumping.]

If you feel you must occasionally flush something, take your urine bottle for a ride to a toilet and dump it there. This is just for you; your urine doesn't care either way.

We dump the poo into a garbage bag and throw it away. After two weeks in the vault, it weighs about 20 pounds. If we had our own stationary home, we would  compost it for a long time and become our own solid waste management system.

A new friend works for a sewage treatment facility in Tucson. He tells me that medication being dumped into the sewer system is a problem requiring a team of full-time lab workers. Untreated, the drugs are recycled into the aquifer and we get our diazepam for free. Nevermind the metabolites - he didn't even discuss that.

Drawbacks to composting poop

  • You can no longer deny you poo
  • After only two weeks, the contents of the vault will still smell a fair amount like poop
  • Sometimes there are "glitches" in the system. The toilet may smell, or you won't get a full two weeks/ couple out of the vault. Humidity bogs down the system.
The ultimate solution to the main wrinkles is just dumping and starting again. That's as drastic as it gets.

While I am typing away on my sanitary keyboard, Annie is implementing a vault dump. She is smiling, but it's not a happy smile. This has been a glitchy two weeks. We can't compare this to going to a dump station, since we've only done that once, for graywater. Luckily for us, that one time involved other people's turds laying all around the overflowed tank.

You will have gut reactions to what you have just read. Oh yeah, I said it. Hopefully I have addressed them, in snarky format, in this discussion. We're glad to answer questions. If you feel argumentative after reading this post and this thread, I'll respond depending on my mood at the moment.

As always, talking about a different way to do things is not meant to challenge traditionalists (much). Composting humanure has been a way to live the way we want to live, and it works. I'm not dissing conventional poo-management. Some of you may be looking for ways to get off-grid, and this is one of our Top Two modifications for off-grid living.



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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Things you already know, or oughta.

  • Contessa reports on bottle houses in Mexico.  Very cool.  Better than throwing your bottles under a tree.
  • Humanure vermicomposting.  You got poop on my worms!  You got worms in my poop! ... Hey!  It's the Reese's peanut butter cup of doo-doo.   I admire the pioneers and their experiments, so I'm keeping my eye on this.
  • Sherry and David, with their decades of medical research experience, give The China Study four thumbs up.  With my little bits of knowledge about how epidemiology ought to work, I have to agree that this study is the real deal.
The China Study 
  • If you don't want to invest time reading on my say-so, try watching Forks Over Knives on HuluNetflix, or Amazon.  A much more modest 1:36 investment.  Then you'll get the book anyway.  
  • Roadrunners* do not say "meepmeep."  They say "phbrrrrrrptt!" I can say this authoritatively because I just watched one "phbrrrrrrptt!" past my window.

*Having read this page, I can't decide if I'll call them "chaparral cocks" or "ground cuckoos."  What would you call them?  Cuckoo cocks?