Over the past few days I have read several threads about lack of water troubles on the home place. And it started me thinking about how lucky I am here in north central Indiana. Our well is only about 60 feet deep and has been giving us a continuous supply of water since my dad had it drilled in 1966. The only problem is that it is hard as a rock and a softener is essential if you have any women folk around. When DW first got ill of course our softener died within a few months (gee, 25 years of service and it just up and dies, what a piece of junk! LOL) and we went without for 2 years. Let me tell you even I was glad when we got the new softener. The only problem we have is when we get to much water. When the water table rises the water literally comes up though the basement floor. The worst was in 1998 when within two weeks we had almost 2 feet of rain and it kept raining in smaller amounts for weeks. My sump pump ran every 45 seconds for 18 days straight. Fortunately, the county cleaned out the Hand Ditch that runs around 3 sides of my property about a half mile away not to long afterwards. Now my family has been here since 1965 and we do not remember them ever cleaning it out before. It must have increased the volume of water it could hold by 6 fold at least. You wouldnât think a ditch that far away would make a difference here on my little place, but it sure did. My basement use to almost never completely dry out, but now unless it really pours it is very dry. The ditch is also my wet basement forecaster. Since it runs around 3 sides of me I cross it everyday. If itâs raining hard all I have to do is watch that ditch. When it gets to about 2/3âs full I know itâs time to plug up the basement drain and unroll the sump pump hose so that the water flows into the ditch by the road. And when it fills up thatâs about the time the river in my basement starts flowing. I just wonder what the folks who first built this house back in the 1880âs did in these situations. I donât think they had electricity here until sometime in the Thirties. Best bet is that if they got a bunch of rain they had to move anything that couldnât take the water above ground level. So next time I am on my hands and knees in a foot of ice cold water clearing what ever has clogged up the sump pump I will keep saying to myself â Iâm lucky to have all this water, Iâm lucky to have all this water.â Guess thatâs what you get for living in the middle of what use to be a swamp. LOL. BTW. Once when I was about seven the sump pump that was here when we moved in failed. The basement had about 4 feet of water in it before dad got one of his buddyâs out here with a portable pump. So I am sure it would fill to ground level given a chance.