So here's how the adventure begins.. After shutting down my aquaculture business, I wanted to set up just a large reef at home. I had been scouring craigslist for a few months for a tank, looking for anything in the 125g to 250g range. I passed up countless tanks, holding to a pretty strict set of standards. Stand needs to be furniture quality, scratchless or (nearly), and well... affordable. Maybe this is why it took me a while to find the right one. So I see a 180g finally come up f/s in miami a few hours away worthy of checking out. Supposedly it's in good condition and only "minor" scratches. Well, somehow the scratches grew on the ride over

. The whole front has some pretty good sized gouges in it, so needless to say I come home empty handed. The following week one of the best tanks in our local forum goes up for sale, but the seller ended up changing his mind and the deal falls through. Delayed another month, I continue looking and expand my search to 250 miles and beyond as I'm really getting pressured from my wife to get the 75g commercial grade gurgling beast of a frag tank out of my breakfast area..(dont ask I don't wanna go there!) But at last, I see the holy grail. Perfect condition, no scratches, stand is professionally built, lots of clean live rock, sand, sump, and some equipment.. $1500. Only problem, the tank is located 6 hours away from me. Sure, just what I want to do on a weekend, take a long drive, spend several hours breaking down a large fish tank, and then haul it back. Anyhow, the seller mentioned getting some low ball offers but I didn't bother haggling. I know the tank as it sat was worth twice as much. Not to mention all the live rock and sand included in the deal. So after a few rounds of emails and pics, I agree to buy and head up the following weekend with trailer in tow in the wee hours of the morning. I think I left about 4am for a 10am arrival. Took quite a bit of time to break down the tank and had some time constraints due to the seller having to leave in the middle of the afternoon.. but after about 5 hours we were all loaded up and ready to head home. Fortunately the tank didn't have much livestock as I didn't want to have to set it back up after a 17hour journey. I ended up just trading in the few fish I didn't want and put the rest in my frag tank. The rock ends up cooking in a couple brute containers in the garage.
Fast forward a few weeks and I have a friend stop by while I'm cleaning out the tank and offers to help. He had a tank at one point so I took him up on the offer. He ends up chewing the silicone up real bad. :mad2: so bad in some spots that I decide to redo the secondary seal.
I'd like to forget that it took several hours over the course of several days to scrape it all off. Just when you think you got it all off, you break out a shiny sharp new razorblade and scrape even more. I had someone from our local marine society who owned a glass business come over and put some nice clean lines back on it for me and now I was able to move it into the house.
So the next task was to install the utility sink in the garage so I'd have a place to clean tank equipment and a location for my RO/DI unit and mixing station. The plumbing for the drain line was pre-existing, but the prior owner of the house had removed the sink.
Stud finders.
I had a cabinet that was left in the garage without a piece of countertop so I gutted the drawers and just nailed the face back on. Had to make a minor cut in the back to make room for the faucet but otherwise a perfect fit. With some help from my father in law I was able to get it completed in a weekend.