Give me a shovel and I’m happy.

I grew up in Utah in a town named Roy. My Dad passed away months before I was born but I’m told our house was brand new when my parents bought it. No landscaping was in place when they moved in so when my Dad did it himself, he left the rear third of the back yard in it’s natural state.

We had a commercial size playground set that attracted every kid for miles, four huge trees to climb – and lots of dirt.

Dirt is the perfect toy. It’s great for a growing kid’s immune system, and is superior to the most expensive of Lego sets.  You can mold it, make highways for your matchbook cars, or create mud pies. The possibilities are endless for a kid with a bucket, a shovel and a four year old imagination. I spent a good part of my childhood playing with the cheapest toy on earth.

Fast forward to adulthood and I haven’t changed.

While we were on the road looking for property I practiced digging water wells because I knew we might have to find our own water source. I actually found it once.

Now that we have our own property, I dig to my heart’s content. I don’t need much of an excuse to grab a shovel. I look for water, gold, antiques and lava (because we live on a fault line 🙂 ).

When we first moved here, I went looking for water and found natural springs on the hillside a couple of feet down.

I dug several other test holes and named them alpha hole, beta hole, etc. I had to fill them in so someone wouldn’t break a leg.

Recently, with the drought, I began eyeballing a spot I suspected may have been an old well. The way the rocks were packed in made me wonder.

I’d previously dug down a few feet then left it alone but considering our other spring was drying up, I decided to clear the area and go deeper.

Me and my husband spent a week clearing vegetation and moving the piles of rock that were already there, away from the hole. We spent day after day digging by hand and with a pick ax and shovel until one day I heard my husband exclaim excitedly “look at this!”. I looked down and saw water squirting out of a crack in a rock – under pressure.

A strong new water supply.

We set the pump in and we’re back in business! It’s producing about a hundred fifty to two hundred gallons a day. Plenty for ourselves and our garden.

I felt a great sense of relief and was glad we’d decided to go through with the back breaking project.

I’m still digging – mostly for gold. I currently have about five or six holes that I lay stuff over to keep people from falling in.

Maybe it’s time to get the water out and make some of those mud pies again.

Author: ldinlove

I live with my family, two cats, and at any given moment: ten dear, two turkeys, ten chicks, ten billion ants, ten thousand bees and wasps, two white rabbits, twenty angry squirrels, one occasional bear ( occasional works for me), a couple of snakes, the neighbor's stray dogs, and one very friendly skunk.

2 thoughts on “Holes”

    1. Absolutely. We are lucky indeed. I don’t know how much gold there is as I believe it’s caught up in sulfides but we’re trying to figure that part out.

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