Honey Buckets in North America
Honey buckets are common in many rural villages in the state of Alaska, such as those in the Bethel area of the Yukon–Kuskokwim Delta in Alaska, and are found throughout the rural regions of the state. Honey buckets are used especially where permafrost makes the installation of septic systems or outhouses impractical.
They were also relatively common in the Yukon, Northwest Territories and Nunavut of Canada, but by now have mostly been replaced with indoor plumbing and sewage pump-out tanks. They are still found in summer cabins where the use of a sewage tank is impractical.
The bucket is emptied when it becomes full or smelly, usually once a day for large families and about once a week for smaller families, by carrying it by way of boardwalk or road to a nearby honey bucket well or hopper, or directly to a lagoon or sewage waste dumping location. A honey bucket well is a hole in the ground, capped with a raised wooden enclosure or none at all. A hopper is a metal container, which is removed by the city/village authority to a larger dumping area, such as a sewage lagoon.
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