Love that dirty water…

So, a huge pipe that brings water to Boston broke yesterday. We first had a sign that something was wrong when we were driving back home from our hike outside the city. When we drove by the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, there were cop cars and people out on the reservoir in boats, something we had not seen before.

How strange, I thought, but maybe they were just doing weed removal or something.

Shortly after arriving home we found out that the water service was interrupted and no one knows when it will be fixed. The pipe failed “catastrophically” yesterday, and dumped eight million gallons of water per hour into the Charles River until they managed to identify where the problem was coming from and turn the water off late last night. Now one million people are without potable water.

While we do have water in our pipes, it’s from Chestnut Hill Reservoir (home of turtles, fish, geese, and eight swans) and is not fit for drinking–only toilets. No big problem–we’re surviving just fine–but I did accidentally brush my teeth with the contaminated water last night, and then couldn’t stop thinking about swan poop.

Still, as Graham said, it’s crazy how one thing going wrong can put you back into the vulnerability that older generations must have felt.  It’s easy to forget that water in our houses is not a natural thing and we can’t depend on it. City-raised folk in particular seem completely unnerved by the whole thing. I saw the phrase “wreaks havoc” in a newspaper headline. I would have thought that phrase was reserved for more violent disastrous situations, but I guess I was wrong.


~ by releasethebadgers on May 2, 2010.

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