No Skydiving For Me!!

I can tell you for a fact, that I am NOT an adrenaline junkie.  I do crave a little adventure in life, but jumping out of an airplane just to have that hit of adrenaline will NOT happen.  I'm not a fan of adrenaline.

When I was maybe 10 years old, a man broke into the house my cousin and I were staying at.  I completely froze on the couch.  She ran to the front door and abandoned me.  Turns out it was the owner's son or I might have been dead.

Nope ... adrenaline is not for me.  It took the entire day for me to recover from that blast in the morning, helped along by the reading of a home invasion rape not far away the day before.  At least this time I didn't freeze up completely.

At any rate, here's what happened.  The hose bid on the well pipe exploded, releasing all the water and pressure, causing the big bang in the house.

I chose San Luis Pump company because they had an emergency number to call.   Gabe was very nice, although I doubt he's rich.  Handsome maybe, but he's grandson age.  I don't mind robbing the cradle, but this was a little beyond that.  

As he got out his tools and started taking everything apart, he explained it all to me ... how the well worked and in fact, what all that stuff was hanging on the side of my house.  I knew it had something to do with the well, but had no idea what.

He removed the coupling and took the pipes apart, then I hit the circuit breaker.  He wanted to be sure the pump was still attached and working.  Sure enough, water came out with no problem.  

All this time, I could still sense that awful feeling of adrenaline in my chest.  He had another hose bib, but not the right size coupler.  Honestly, I don't know why there is a faucet on the well pipes anyway.  I've never used it for anything.  We decided to leave it off and just plug the hole.

Here's the real culprit.  Rust almost completely blocking the pipe.  Apparently it rusted out enough that the water pressure split the coupling entirely.  Maybe it was hit by a lawnmower?  Who knows.

While he was at it, Gabe checked the pressure, the "bladder" tank and even the water depth.  That little black plug comes out.  He inserted a long metal rod attached to a wire until the bells rang.  Seventy five feet he said ... that's where my water table is.  Gosh, many years ago at the ranch, our water table was at three feet.

After Gabe left, I tried to get things back to normal, but it wasn't happening.  I'm sure it was all that adrenaline still hanging around.  I was exhausted, hungry and sleepy.  I couldn't concentrate on anything.  At noon I fell asleep for almost two hours.  What's up with that??  

I was pretty hesitant to hit the bed, thinking there might be a repeat, but I slept pretty well.  Finally this morning the adrenaline hit has subsided.  There will be no skydiving for me.  Climbing a rock wall or ziplining ... yes ... but nothing BIG.  My body can't take it!!

Here's my tip of the day.  If anything like this ever happens to you, hit the circuit breaker for the well.  If you have city water, you could just turn the valve off.  If it's in your motorhome, I have no clue!!!  At the very least, I now know more about my well than I ever wanted to.