Dump Station Observations

mdcamping wrote:

cummins2014 wrote:

way2roll wrote:

CavemanCharlie wrote:
A few years ago I was setting in line a few campers back from the dump station.

One guy gets close to the dump port and just opens the valve and lets it flow in that general direction. (The dump port was cemented in but, most of the area around the area was gravel) So, now the whole area around the dump station was wet.

A couple of campers later a couple and their (approximately) 13 year old son pull up and start to dump and the kid is running around in the wet gravel barefoot !!!!! :E

I'm not squeamish and I mind my own buisness but, in this case I did walk up to the women and politely tell her about why the gravel was wet and I suggested that maybe her son should be wearing shoes. She told him to go put shoes on and he goes into the camper and comes back out wearing flip flops. :B




Oh well.

Similar case a few years ago, behind a guy with no hose, got near the dump port and let it rip. He used a stick he found of all things to help corral everything into the hole. He was wearing flip flops too. I left and dumped at home.

Same here ,other then it was one of those portable tanks , he rolls it over to the cement ,and opens it up, what a mess .

one more here

Was at a 2 way Island dump station at a state campground, I was starting to finish up when guy in new class C pulls up on opposite side, he was kind of nervous and then lets it rip with NO sewer hose. Lucky the ground was all cemented and pitched somewhat to the sewer hole, as I was leaving fast I did see him trying to wash the stuff with the station non potable water to the sewer hole.

Mike

Ok, I've got one I was only involved in peripherally and long before I owned an RV. I'm a Wazzu graduate and a buddy of mine who was in my high school class and also went to WSU, got the use of his boss's old RV and his company's season tickets, so we could go over, watch a football game, and then camp out overnight in one of the campus parking lots with all the other alumni RVers. We invited along another guy who we went to high school with who was game to do just about anything. I want to paint a picture of this other guy who didn't go to WSU. He was a tall, lanky guy, probably about 6'3" or 6'4" and even in his late 20s was pretty uncoordinated.

So we attend the game, WSU lost, what's new? Back to the RV for BBQ, beer and chat. Since the two of us that went to WSU still had friends on campus we got ahold of them and they came over to hang out. We were up late into the evening and eventually our Pullman based friends went home and we retired to the RV.

Buddy that borrowed the RV wanted to get out of Pullman early and beat the traffic on hwy 26, which was always a zoo the day after a home game.

Our route home took us from Washington 26 to Washington 24. There is a rest stop on 24 just south of the Vernita bridge that has a substantial and nicely constructed dump station. It is really out in the middle of nowhere, on the edge of the Hanford reservation and next to the Columbia River. He announced that he had to bring the RV back to his boss with the tanks empty, yes, the right thing to do, and it had to not be any worse off than when he took it. So, we were going to dump at Vernita.

So we get to the dump station, and RV buddy doesn't really park it as close as he wants to the hole, figures that the hose will be long enough. He gets the hose out of the bumper and discovers that it just barely reaches the port and if he puts the flapper down on the hose and the rock that is there on top of the flapper that the hose will stay in place long enough for us to complete the dump.

Mild chaos ensues. He isn't familiar with which valve is black vs. gray and gambles and pulls the wrong valve first, the gray, so now we don't have any liquid to flush out the line. Good news is that our poorly jerryrigged hose situation at the dump port held together with the gray dump, so we know it works. I get the bright idea to go in and turn on the pump and run water down the kitchen and bathroom sinks to get him a few gallons to dump after he runs the black out.

A few minutes later I turn off the water and shut off the pump and tell him that he can pull the black. Tall dude is, for some inexplicable reason, on the curbing above the dump port walking around. Remember, I told you tall dude isn't super coordinated. Just as RV buddy was pulling the black tank valve, tall dude trips and kicks the tube out from underneath the flapper and we have disgusting mess all over the concrete catch area surrounding the flapper.

Tall dude, to break control his tripl ends up stepping straight into the "fluid". RV buddy is mad that tall dude was messing around and now might track doody back into the RV. I grab the station rinse hose and gingerly use my toe to press down on the toe push on the flapper, which doesn't seem covered in effluent, to get the mess down the drain.

When we are done the general area is wet, but not overly soiled. Tall dude used the wash off hose to hose off the bottom of his shoes and RV buddy gave him a mess of paper towels to wipe his shoes off, even told him to take them off before he got in the rig.

Gosh this occurred almost 15 years ago, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. So, I'm at least somewhat directly familiar with dump station mayhem. Being that the dump station was located in the middle of nowhere we didn't have an audience and nobody was waiting.

Click this link to Google Maps, this is an image of the exact dump station we were at.