Well, well, well

It was touch and go in the water department for a while. Maurice didn't think even at 14 feet that the well would draw enough water. But my expert consultants (Don, the ever-optomistic, and Randy, who wanted to have a personal source of bathwater on the north end of town) convinced me that a little water is better than no water, so we gave Maurice the go-ahead, and in went a well.
Don took the photos.

 

Maurice unloads the first tile.  I have no idea how he got that excavator to tiptoe down the path to the well site without disturbing a twig, but he did.

 

 First tile going down.  This shot was taken with the pond to Don's back.

Maurice is going down to check to see if the first tile is level. Before we started, a frog had made his home there, and a mole had made a death-leap, so we wanted to get the sleeve in and a cover on as soon as possible.

 

Last tile going on.  Don filled around with all the rocks I'd been collecting (and they were legion) so that there's be a bigger area for the water to collect and be less muddy.  After it's backfilled there'll be only about a foot of sleeve showing.

As of today, the water is up to the bottom of the fourth sleeve, which is a miracle.  Maurice warns, "You'll never be able to water your lawn with this well."  As you can see from the photos, that won't be a problem!!!

For all of you who think a dug well is a cheap alternative, think again--the tiles alone were $800.  I'm just saying . . . tiny house does not mean tiny price tag.