The wind is raging in its Novemeber strangeness, seeming to purge the land of this year's bright season. There is a suspiscious balminess erratically blowing through the mountains, tipping trees and conjuring angry and longing sounding squeaks and cries through the night and all the morning. Bitter Cold is sneering greedily around the corner, its shit-eating grin laced with all manners of human-hungry cold viruses and pneumonias, all the tiny little ones gearing up to feast and procreate during the dramatic front changes of late November, awaiting another winter of rapid adaptation and evolution. In the meantime, in one typically quiet mountain dingle*, one modern woman celebrates the arrival of water to the ridge above her house. Having planned and dreamed for the past 2 cycles of the sun, and having worked with a diverse team of modern mountain men during the entire course of the November moon, Dana Nagle rejoices to the bosom of the mother earth Herself and her trusty consort, Gravity, that the ram pump has settle into the magical configuration of adjustments which allows it to defy common sense and pump water up the mountain on its own, night and day, with no additional sources of power. The constant movement of the pump, which cycles with a hearty thump each second, will keep the water in liquid form as the nightime temperatures descend into the subfreeze realm this week. The sound of the pump ramming each second has become a comfort to Ms Nagle, who listens for it each time she steps out under the sun or moon. The thumping below, like the heartbeat of the mountain.
*dingle: a small wooded valleyTank on the ridge, filling with water
Let's walk back down to the house:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M7f83UPgIkd4jSiPeSInbuQwBmyiYQMHMl81SH9ijqQkANa36mwGwTVgKJ-OqtS99gl-66nPkeO0NBP-s4rfbtv_BHsN5qccB0TbaheStN9G4tcX3XDMG443srRGTlILOxniqcKdhTlq/s320/IMG_3080.JPG)
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Some numbers:
Water flow cycling through pump: 5 gallons/minute; 120 gallons/hour
Water arriving at tank on ridge: 1/6 gallon/minute; 10.3 gallons/hour; 248 gallons/
day
Efficiency rate of pump: 8%
All "waste" water from pump flows back into the branch, thus keeping the ecosystem wet and intact. The water is still clean.
4 comments:
are you going to grow dingleberries in your dingle?--ms. emlee
You are SUCH a freakin' badass. Nice work out there in your dingleholler.
Dana, perseverance pays of, well done!! I am looking forward to see it with my own eyes and hear that heartbeat through the holler.
Eduard.
way to go ms. dee. i knew you could and the ram pump could do it. pure magic in that dingle. Staceylee
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