Today’s forecast was irresistible — mid-70s, sunshine, no chance of rain (’til tonight, anyway). After eight days away from The Mountain, and since our last visit was little more than a drive-by, we didn’t have to think twice about where we’d spend our Wednesday.

We just weren’t quite sure how we’d spend it.

Thanks to an early start, we arrived at Deb’s cousin’s place well before 11am. We hadn’t been there an hour when Deb’s phone buzzed with a text message — it was our well guy, saying that he and his crew would be there shortly. We hadn’t expected that but, needless to say, it was a welcome surprise.

I pulled the Ranger out of the shed and we (including Smudge, who joined us today) dashed down to the homesite. Soon the big drilling rig rounded the bend, along with a couple of support trucks, and the guys quickly got down to business.

It wasn’t even 30 minutes before the machinery was in place and drilling was underway. The first phase was hammering through the upper strata and placing casing in the hole. It took just one 21-foot “stick” of casing — a promising sign, we were told, and at $25 a foot, a very good thing.

The drill head was swapped and the rough, deafening process resumed — diesels screaming, drill grinding through solid rock in search of liquid water. That continued the rest of the afternoon. We left around 4pm, though Deb’s cousin reported that the crew was still working a couple of hours later.

The boss man told us that he expects to wrap up tomorrow. We plan to be on The Mountain to watch the water flow.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

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