Here’s what we had to learn on our own and should have figured out just by our life experiences: 2 active women utilizing the toilet create far greater quantities of liquid than any of the YouTube testimonies we listened to. Thus, emptying the liquid comes more frequently than we ever anticipated. The task of emptying, being part of my motorhome maintenance chore list, has challenged me.
When on the road, not so much of an issue. I simply carry the container into a Rest Stop restroom and dispose of it there. But while parked in a RV Park? Not so easy. We have no Black tank. L cleverly connected the Grey and Black tanks to increase our Grey water capacity. Our sewer hose has only been used for Grey water (sink and shower) and we want to keep it that way. My only means of disposing of the liquid in the “Honey Bucket” is to use the public restrooms in a park’s facility.
I found a Target plastic shopping bag for my stealth operative. The toilet’s liquid container fits perfectly inside of it. Why be stealth? I admit, I’m a bit modest. Carrying a container (with lid on) filled with urine sloshing around for all to see breaks into my embarrassment point. Top it off, we’ve yet to be parked anywhere near the public restrooms which increases my potential for awkward moments.
Let me paint a picture.
We’re staying in an old converted mobile trailer park for people over 55 years of age. Some of the original tenants still live here. Nice, lovely, friendly people. People who are retired. People who like to stop you and chat, ask how and what you’re doing. They walk their little lap dogs multiple times a day around the park. If they see you working on anything on the outside of the RV, they beeline over. They are a fountain of wisdom and experience. Sometimes, it’s amazingly helpful. Sometimes, it’s a lesson of patience. Time is an unknown concept for them.
Oh, and they are early risers.
Let’s call the site where Earl is parked ‘Point A’ and the public RV Park’s restrooms ‘Point B’. In order to get from Point A to Point B, I will be walking by…oh, let’s say, 15 to 20 other RV’s and or mobile trailers. Now Point B is only open during set hours. In this case, 9:00 am to 9:00 pm.
I have the potential of meeting 15 to 40 people on my trip (many of the RV’s have couples living in them). Historically, I’ve had an encounter 100% every time.
Stepping out from Point A, gripping my weighted Target shopping bag, I hum the “Mission Impossible” theme. I keep hoping to find another shopping bag of the same size, only this one will lack the bright red and white iconic symbols that tend to ruin my chances of total clandestine success.