An impromptu geyser
It rained today, which permitted us to have an unexpected unnatural phenomena in the city. While water ran down the slope leading away from the Parliament (and by extension, the nearby CBC studios), the storm drain system proved to be “not equal” to the task. The outside camera from the suppertime show cut away to a geyser, pulsing water vertically about two meters above grade.
My water supply comes from taps, found throughout the house wherever appropriate. No big deal, really. Standard here in the metropolis. I’ve had worse. Outside pumps were “fun” when I was seven, but when it came time to fetch pails of water, the long arm of the family water supply paled (excuse the pun). Don’t forget that outside water is not exactly warm enough for tub lazing, so a bath required several intermediate steps.
For a long time, up by the Savage Harbour turn, there was an artesian well, pouring out of a junk of pipe driven into the soil. Magical. I’m not sure how that one got diverted, but now there’s simply a marshy area. Similarly, one of the local parks where I went to high school had a natural spring flowing out of a brick wall (there may have been some behind the scenes engineering on that one, too). A great source for amateur brewers, but I’ve been told that the e coli finally killed off that little resource.
A final water reminiscence comes from the Magdalen Islands. We used to go camping in a field down the hill from the television antenna, and they had some sort of a box that helped to filter the spring, without addition of any chemicals or aftertaste.
