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How To Clear A Clogged Sewer — Line

The jetter had blasted through a plug of wet wipes and congealed grease the size of a raccoon.

I ran upstairs and flushed the toilet. This time, instead of gurgling, the water roared through the pipes and vanished. No backup. No smell. how to clear a clogged sewer line

I capped the cleanout, poured a bucket of water down every drain to test, and breathed for the first time in three hours. The jetter had blasted through a plug of

I ran to the street and popped the cap off the cleanout —that white PVC pipe sticking out of the ground near the foundation. When I unscrewed the lid, dark water rose to the rim but didn’t overflow. Good. That meant the clog was downstream, between the house and the city main. If water had spewed out like a volcano, the clog would be inside the house—a much harder fix. No backup

That’s when I switched tactics. A friend with a pressure washer had a —a thick rubber tube with backward-facing nozzles. We shoved it into the cleanout, turned the water on full blast, and listened. For thirty seconds, nothing happened. Then, a deep, sucking glug-glug-glug . The water level in the cleanout dropped like a drain unclogging.

Here is the story of how I cleared it—without destroying my yard.

The first sign was a gurgle. Not from one toilet, but all of them. When I flushed the upstairs bathroom, the downstairs shower hissed back like a warning. Then came the smell—sulfur and decay drifting up from the basement drain.

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