When I called to pester the well digger today as usual, his mom, or whatever female voice answered, said that he had hit water at 55 feet with 6 gallons per minute. Hoooray!
Of course I haven't gotten the bill yet but it can't be too bad.
Off to investigate well pumps. Hand pumps may be the way to go at first. Eventually I want to be able to either 1. swap my rustic cabin with someone's cabin in Tuscany for temporary experiential tourism or 2. survive the total annihilation of life as we know it. Real rusticity or lack of electricity amount to the same thing here.
I dream of a hot bath.