There's a spot in my front yard where the grass never grows, and my husband just walked in and pointed out that apparently, the snow over that spot is melting. As in the rest of the yard is 2' deep now and that one spot has about 6". We've lived here for about 3 years, and I never really paid attention to the fact that apparently Something lies beneath my yard.
Body? Sewer? Brownfield? The maw of Hell? Eddie Griswold's shitter?
Abandoned septic tank. The ground above ours is the last area to be covered by snow and the first to melt. The grass is also thinner there and turns brown quicker during dry spells. Sometimes cities will connect to existing sewer lines at the most convenient point, which in your case is apparently beyond the tank and all your sewage still flows through it.
The inherent vice of Capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings. The inherent virtue of Socialism is the equal sharing of miseries. Winston Churchill
Windward Farm, Washougal, WA- our work in progress, our money pit, our home!
Well, pooh on those who keep suggesting a poo-filled solution! I think it is a volcanic vent to the super volcano that is growing under Western NY. Either that or the entrance to Middle Earth-be careful if you find a lovely gold ring there....
Proud member of the "Don't rush to kill wildlife" clique!
I think I would prefer zombies, corpses, and the entrance to Moria to any sort of sewage... ugh. I remember that's where the "for sale" sign was when we bought the place, and I just thought the brown patch that summer was from the sign somehow. So I guess it's in the same condition it's been in for a couple of years... I'm scared to call on anyone to look at it, in case the city makes me pay to dig up my yard and revamp a century-old sewer... at least they'd probably cover the cost of disinterring a body or two.
Bomb shelter would be pretty awesome, but I ain't sticking a shovel in the ground now...
Incidentally, fun story: I grew up in a trailer park in Niagara Falls that, I found out later, was actually on an old brownfield. Which perhaps explains the large concrete cylinders we used to find out in the fields behind the park, and the beautiful green twisty rock I thought was jade (my dad told me to throw it back and to not touch rocks in the wild anymore).