At first, no one could figure out what had happened. It seemed our well had just suddenly dried up. For weeks my husband hauled water while we waited for the experts to bring their big rig and work on the well. They finally came last week...
|The well guys did a lot of standing around, watching their buddy who was operating the rig. Since I was observing the goings-on anyway, I figured I might as well sketch! (7" x 10", watercolor and ink)|
They determined that the same lightning strike which had destroyed the electrical system and pumps had also damaged the well and caused it to cave in. (Our house is like a giant lightning rod sitting up here on top of the hill!) Unfortunately, after cleaning out the well, they still weren't getting any water. Things were looking bleak. Since we don't have public water here, if the well doesn't produce water, our only option is to drill a new well, an even more costly proposition than what we were already going through.
We were praying for a good outcome, hoping beyond hope that something would happen to bring the well back to life.
The next morning Jeff, the well guy, normally a serious man of few words, came to me with a big grin on his face, almost giddy with excitement. He said the main aquifer had opened up during the night and was flowing like a river - the well was holding over 450 gallons of water. What a miraculous turn of events!
Our water is back. Hallelujah!