Flipping the hot tub
In preparation for flipping the hot tub, I partially filled the hot tub with water tinted blue and ran the jets. I earnestly hoped that when we flipped the hot tub, the discolored foam would immediately and unambiguously pinpoint the leak. As it turns out, this was a complete waste of time.
We spent an hour disconnecting the power from the hot tub and removing the other hardware (cover, cover lifter). The hot tub did not try to electrocute me. This was surprising, because I know the hot tub really wanted to.
removing hardware
I invited a few friends for an old fashioned hot tub Flipping Party. In addition to Clyde, Dan and Charles also showed up. After some undirected strategizing, we tackled the hot tub with a large prybar, several pieces of scrap lumber, Clyde's 1.5-ton floor jack, and heave-ho. The hot tub groaned and shifted its immense, waterlogged mass unpredictably. It wanted to crush us all like bugs. But in the end, we prevailed. Of course, it helped that Clyde has a certification in Lifting Heavy Objects from Cal State Tweakerville.
contemplation
stuffing support under the tub
deploying the floor jack
precarious
The bottom "pan" of the Goddamn Tub turned out merely to be a thick sheet of vinyl(?), stapled around the edges to the wood frame. The sheet was stapled to the frame (a surprising move for Dimension One Spas, which seems to favor endless nails and glue), and came off easily. Behold the guts of the hot tub!
back side of tub
