Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Down a quiet Northwoods road...
Not far from the Wisconsin River...
...An artesian well flows, where thirsty passersby fill as many milk jugs and Gatorade bottles as they can manage. My family has driven past it every time we visit my grandparents. But I never remember stopping -- until Sunday.
Ian and I drove up and had a very pleasant visit. As we headed home, there it was. The spring. I'd stashed a few water bottles in the car for the drive, and now they were empty, so Ian suggested we stop to see what all the fuss was about. He hopped out and filled them up. Even through the plastic, I could feel how cool the water was, and when I took a gulp, I tasted nothing. In my humble opinion, that's simple, sweet perfection.
We're not sure when we'll visit Granny and Granddad next, but we're already stockpiling bottles.
Have you found a place like this?