Well Well Well
When we purchased our farm the water supply was a leaky redwood tank which was filled from a spring down in a canyon. The pump was a very old fashioned “Bulldog” pump which leaked about 10% of the water with every stroke. Going down into the canyon, 200 foot deep and very steep, carrying tools, was a challenge, but I was young and strong, and met the challenge. As time passed we replaced the pump and the redwood tank, the latter with an 8,000 gallon concrete one.n
Though the water was delicious, some of the best I’ve ever tasted, the continuity was not assured and its purity was unknown, with possible contamination. So we decided to drill a well. We were aware that we were in a low-water area, so we contacted a dowser, with connections to the driller.
I was neutral about dowsing, though it sounded pretty flaky to a science-based mind. But he indicated one spot to drill. This seemed too close to the road and 500 feet from the house so I had him continue and he determined another spot near the house, they drilled, and we have had water for decades.
As an extra bonus, the chosen spot is at the end of the rows of 120 redwood trees I planted, which capture huge amounts of fog and recharge the well’s aquifer.
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