Boil water notice

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

http://www.portlandoregon.gov/water/article/405471

Last time this happened, it was because some wise guy decided to drown in the reservoir.

[Suu]

Ugh, I hate boil notices.   

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

They happened all the time in Oakland, usually for pretty innocuous reasons. When it happens here, it's usually because of a corpse.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

This is the first I've heard of a boil water notice.
It figures TX couldn't care less if we drink corpse water, but we didn't get them in Mass, either. 

[Phox]

This is the first I've heard of a boil water notice.
It figures TX couldn't care less if we drink corpse water, but we didn't get them in Mass, either. 

In most places they are rare occurrences. 'Round here they happen frequently enough, but I chalk it up to the Ohio-Mississippi confluence, proximity to crops grown for purposes other than human consumption, and generally sloppy fucking maintenance, when they don't give an actual reason.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I don't know if anyone remembers my story series that I had to stop writing because it started to creep me out, but the contaminated reservoir is reservoir #3. 



Portland has a weirdly intimate relationship with its reservoirs. All of them are on forested hills, in recreation areas.

We love them.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Every once in a while, someone will get the idea that it's clever to climb the fence and go for a dip, it somehow failing to occur to them that there's no way OUT.

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

Until last night I had no idea what a boil notice was.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

It's a beautiful area.

The woodsy parts of the Pacific Northwest gave me a weird vibe. People being generally more tolerant there (which is a GOOD thing), I saw a lot of little camps and weird people roughing it. Harmless winos and fruit pickers mostly, but some were nuts. I had one guy staring holes in my eyes telling me he had "power" and he could "make me do his will". A Manson wannabe? I told him to STFU.  Still, I could never quite relax in these areas knowing they were kind of hidden, isolated and chock-full-o-nuts. Odds are you'd eventually bump into the wrong person. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It's a beautiful area.

The woodsy parts of the Pacific Northwest gave me a weird vibe. People being generally more tolerant there (which is a GOOD thing), I saw a lot of little camps and weird people roughing it. Harmless winos and fruit pickers mostly, but some were nuts. I had one guy staring holes in my eyes telling me he had "power" and he could "make me do his will". A Manson wannabe? I told him to STFU.  Still, I could never quite relax in these areas knowing they were kind of hidden, isolated and chock-full-o-nuts. Odds are you'd eventually bump into the wrong person. 

There's a local professor who writes books about those weirdos.

Good books, too.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

It's a beautiful area.

The woodsy parts of the Pacific Northwest gave me a weird vibe. People being generally more tolerant there (which is a GOOD thing), I saw a lot of little camps and weird people roughing it. Harmless winos and fruit pickers mostly, but some were nuts. I had one guy staring holes in my eyes telling me he had "power" and he could "make me do his will". A Manson wannabe? I told him to STFU.  Still, I could never quite relax in these areas knowing they were kind of hidden, isolated and chock-full-o-nuts. Odds are you'd eventually bump into the wrong person. 

There's a local professor who writes books about those weirdos.

Good books, too.

Oooooh...name? Titles? 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It's a beautiful area.

The woodsy parts of the Pacific Northwest gave me a weird vibe. People being generally more tolerant there (which is a GOOD thing), I saw a lot of little camps and weird people roughing it. Harmless winos and fruit pickers mostly, but some were nuts. I had one guy staring holes in my eyes telling me he had "power" and he could "make me do his will". A Manson wannabe? I told him to STFU.  Still, I could never quite relax in these areas knowing they were kind of hidden, isolated and chock-full-o-nuts. Odds are you'd eventually bump into the wrong person. 

There's a local professor who writes books about those weirdos.

Good books, too.

Oooooh...name? Titles? 

Peter Rock; he wrote My Abandonment, The Unsettling, The Shelter Cycle.

[Suu]

Since I've lived in Providence, we only had a boil notice ONCE, and that's when the Woonasquatucket River, which feeds into the Scituate Reservoir, somehow got contaminated with e. coli even though it goes nowhere near farmland. I was one of the first people to get sick. That was the year I lost almost 20lbs in 2 weeks. Good times...

Other than that, Providence is known and noted for some of the best tap water in the nation for drinking. I'm seriously spoiled now and can taste a HUGE difference in other places.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Good tap water really is a blessing. Portland's is very good if you're on the Bull Run side; not so much on the other side of the hills.

Olympia had some of the best drinking water in the country when I was a kid, so when I moved back here after living there it was hard to adjust.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

It's a beautiful area.

The woodsy parts of the Pacific Northwest gave me a weird vibe. People being generally more tolerant there (which is a GOOD thing), I saw a lot of little camps and weird people roughing it. Harmless winos and fruit pickers mostly, but some were nuts. I had one guy staring holes in my eyes telling me he had "power" and he could "make me do his will". A Manson wannabe? I told him to STFU.  Still, I could never quite relax in these areas knowing they were kind of hidden, isolated and chock-full-o-nuts. Odds are you'd eventually bump into the wrong person. 

There's a local professor who writes books about those weirdos.

Good books, too.

Oooooh...name? Titles? 

Peter Rock; he wrote My Abandonment, The Unsettling, The Shelter Cycle.

Danke!