Last Friday, after picking the kids up from school, this is what I found in my driveway.
I was most concerned with this little piece of equipment, which happened to be running at full steam when I drove up.
As soon as I got out of the car, a hispanic man came up to me and we had a conversation that went something like this...
Me: Hi. Is there something I can help you with?
Strange man (aka Raul)(pronounced Rahooool): Yes. I don't know if you remember me, but about a year ago, Dobie tells me you want a well dug and I come out and witch and I find a good spot. Then I have to leave and now, I'm back.
Me: Oh, I see. Does my husband know you're here?
Raul: Well, I talk to Dobie and he say he would try to reach you but for me to go ahead and get started.
Me: I think I'm going to call my husband right now, okay?
Raul: Okay. I'd love to talk to him. I tell my girls I was gonna dig a well for the guy who wrote that song, I Love Her First and last time I was here, I didn't get to meet him.
Me: I'll give him a call, hold on.
For the next few minutes Elliott and Raul talked on the phone. Elliott telling the guy it really wasn't in our budget to drill a well right now and Raul saying "Iss okay. We work it out later. I go ahead and dig well and find water, okay?" Well, what could he say? They already had their equipment in our yard, it was running and they were apparently okay with a payment plan. He went for it!
Not long after that conversation, the aforementioned Dobie, showed up. He wanted to do a little witching himself. In addition to being the finance guy for our school district, he apparently has a keen interest in wells.
So my husband finally arrived and took over the operation. And not a moment too soon because I had stuff to do, like take more pictures, keep my children off the heavy equipment and put some clothes on April.
Another spot. More discussion. No water.
In this one spot, Raul showed Elliott that all he was getting was a little damp sand. No water.
Then Elliott decided to take the rods and do a little witching himself.
Here he is demonstrating his newly found skillz.
And here's what happened after they moved to that area.
Raul was really cute when we hit water. I loved his smile. He said it was a 15 - 20 gal/min well. "Thass a pretty good well!" he said.
They spent the rest of the day and half of the next doing whatever it is they do to finish the job. It was dark and I was getting eaten by mosquitoes so I called it a night. I was surprised, the next day to find this
instead of this.
John said he wanted the first taste of the water so Elliott took the kids out and lowered a bottle into the well so he could see how deep it was and get a sample of the water.
Sorry about that. Isn't that a beautiful sight? My twin is gone! I would show you the actual incision but it looks kind of frankensteiny and I don't want anyone to faint dead away.
John got a little distracted with something else, probably killing something, so he did not get to be the official water tester. Around here, if you snooze, you lose. We did pour it through a coffee filter to get all the unidentified floaties out of it.
Hmmm. Really full-bodied with just a hint of PVC.
It might not be fittin' for us to drink yet, but the garden's gonna love it!