Water, water everywhere

...but not a drop to drink. AGain, I realize I should have gotten the camera out to take a picture. Darn it. I'm really not very good at this blogging thing. Shiloh (my horse) was playing with Jessie (the pony) yesterday and managed to crack the water main on the farm. I guess the people who built the farm didn't bury the pipes very deep. Or the wind erosion has uncovered some of them. I hadn't noticed this particular pipe as being at the surface.

The resulting crack left us with a 15 foot geyser in my front yard. I wasn't here when it happened, but Claire did her best to cut the pressure to the main turning off whatever valves she could find. When I got home it was reduced to about 12 inches tall. I had to turn off the entire pump so that we could wait for the water to recede to begin repairs. I still don't have it fixed wonderfully as I was working by the headlights on my truck last night.

I'll go out this morning and tighten up the clamps to hopefully get it to hold and not leak.

I have a middle school girl shadowing me today. I imagine she is going to be sadly disappointed to see how little my job actually has to do with horses.