This part of 164th Street in Lynnwood is pretty sedate. It’s a tree-filled break between strip malls and an easy place to stare idly out of the open window as you drive by (assuming you’re usually the passenger, as I am).
But to one side, there’s a small gravel parking lot and – weirder – a line of people clutching all manner of water jugs, patiently waiting next to a small shelter. This is usually the case until pretty late at night, regardless of the weather.
Locals love it because it’s soft, natural, and untreated. What is an artesian well, o guide? This is an artesian well.
The well access was moved just over a decade ago, making it more accessible for all lovers of fancy water and eschewers of tap water. Before then, it was hidden in the woods, a secret for hardcore Lynnwooders.
Now you just need patience. And the strange willingness to wait for well water when we have almost-free, clean, and generally great water just pouring out of the fixtures.*
*No, I do not own a Brita filter, and I privately consider them a bit silly. But I also don’t have the most sensitive sense of taste, I’ll grant. Generally I consider this a great stroke of luck.