Remember that old Camel ad:
“I’d walk a mile for a good cigarette?”
|This sign had me second guessing|
That got me to thinking about how far I’d travel for a good glass of water. I’m a tap water guy at heart. That being the case usually means a good swig of water is just a few steps away.
But is it really?
The water that comes out of the tap is actually being transported from miles away (and a good 50 to 100 feet down). I don’t have to go to the source because the source is being sent to me. But maybe I would be better off going first hand to the source myself. Raw water pumped from the Tamiami Aquifer has 300 mg/L of total hardness but by the time it arrives to my tap its been stripped down to 40 mg/L. That’s good for my house pipes and good for my appliances and feels good on my skin, but in terms of molecular physiology the harder the water the more beneficial it supposedly is for one’s health.
So where’s a good raw water when you need it?
|But I drank up anyhow|
While I cannot vouch for its safety (i.e. I ignored a sign that warned it was slightly radioactivity) but what I can vouch for is that it is free: I found myself drinking heartily a full 16 ounce glass and then filling up three 1-gallon jugs. It was borderline repulsive to the scent, sulfurous fumes making me momentarily second guess, but a man crossing the road to greet me — seeing me standing quizzically at the fountain — assured me that people travel from miles around with no other goal or destination in mind than to fill up a container or three, sometimes even ten, of the free flowing well. “Apparently its high in magnesium,” he guessed while also admitting he himself hadn’t drank any in a while. “How far did you travel?” He wanted to know.
I told him about 50 miles from the south.