Ah, rural life! Walking outside to find water bubbling up through the yard from your water line. Then realizing that this house was built in 1875, and updated, renovated and remodeled countless times over the past 135 years, and that I have NO idea where the waterline runs. It could be the main line from the well. It could be an old branch that fed the barn and is no longer in use. The pipe could be plastic, iron, or whittled fom a tree trunk, for all I know. I bypassed the line by running a hose directly from the spring house to the main house. That will work until I either fix the problem or the weather turns to freezing. Monday I start to dig.... by hand. Ugh.. The joys of being unemployed.