Anyway, in order for us to remove the tank I had to get into said locker with said holding tank in such a way that would have made a Cirque du Soleil performer blush. Seriously, any one that has ANY issue with claustrophobia has no business working on a boat. This is not the first time I have had to crawl into a compartment the size of a car trunk to do "work". This was, however, the first time I had to crawl into a space that held, for lack of a better word, our "shitter". Toxic level? We'll give it a "3". Disgust level? Off the charts.
Don't let my smile fool you folks. This is not fun.
Look at all the room we created! Note the taped off hoses. Yep. Those held poop.Eventually, I lost my marbles and had to get out. This was after about 40 minutes of being in there, sawing, cutting, sweating, unscrewing and maneuvering. Scott relieved me (he is really good at stepping in and calming me down in my moments of "frustration") and after much manipulation, we got the holding tank out. For good. We're going to put a much smaller holding tank in it's place. We'll use it in lieu of pumping overboard when we're in a harbor, anchorage or near a beach - we don't want to pull an "Uncle Eddie" when we're among neighbors.
Brittany & Scott