I'm from the Land of 10,000 Lakes, and have always had a private well. I watered the lawn when I wanted, I washed as many loads of clothes as I needed, and I picked up the hose for a water fight on summer days when I felt like it. The water was endless, and we never got a bill at the end of the month for even one drop of what we used.
Now, not only am I on city water, but I'm on city water in southern California. It makes a difference if the timer on the sprinkling system is set for eight minutes instead of fifteen. When washing the dishes, I turn off the water between rinsing each dish. Water fights are with squirt guns that shoot a narrow stream--the hose is off limits.
The lakes here are few and far between compared to Minnesota, but the ocean is just a stone's throw away. And I understand why Fritz missed the mountains in the 24 years he was away from California. The water might be scarce, but the mountains and the ocean are awe inspiring....
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