All Soaped Up And No Place To Go

It was after 8 pm and we were in the middle of our nightly routine. Step one, run the kids through the bath. It was going pretty normally. Our son stood there, all soaped up and ready to rinse off. So we turned the faucet to on and watched a little dribble come trickling out to nothing. Uh-oh, the water tank was dry.

Fortunately we were on the center, in the guest apartments, and it was a matter of opening the right connections and starting the well pump to fill the tank up again. About 15 minutes later we were able to finish our son’s ablutions.

Had we been in the bush, we might have needed to be a bit more creative about getting the soap rinsed off. However in the bush, we keep more of an eye on the level of water in our tanks, as only rain can refill them there–no pipelines, water trucks, or wells. We are thankful that those tanks haven’t run dry.