Let me explain something nearly all septic companies refuse to: there are two categories of people in this world. Those who think septic systems are simply “buried containers for waste,” and those that have had raw sewage erupting into their yard at midnight. I discovered this reality the hard way in 2005—waist-deep in mud, trembling in a Washington deluge, as my siblings and I helped a weathered installer restore our family’s broken system. I was fourteen. My hands blistered. My clothes were ruined. But that moment, something crystallized: This isn’t just manual labor. It’s families’ lives we’re safeguarding.
Here’s the harsh truth: most septic companies just maintain tanks. They act like temporary salesmen at a disaster convention. But Septic Solutions? They are unique. It all began back in the beginning of the 2000s when Art and his family—just kids barely tall enough to carry a shovel—helped install their family’s septic system alongside a experienced pro. Imagine this: three youngsters knee-deep in Pennsylvania clay, learning how soil absorption affects drainage while their peers played Xbox. “We never just dig holes,” Art shared with me last winter, warm coffee cup in hand. “We learned how earth whispers secrets. A patch of cattails here? That’s Mother Nature yelling ‘high water table.'”