On a 4 day loop around the Finger Lakes with 1 buddy. HOT, out of water, on a deeply rural country road. We come up to an isolated house where a young woman is sitting in a chair on the porch reading. We ask if we can fill up from her garden hose. Visibly uncomfortable, she stammers that it's not possible, water is turned off throughout the house, her father is working on the plumbing. Art & I exchange knowing looks, assuming she just can't be bothered. She then calls in through the open window..."Dad, how much longer?" The reply comes "Give me 5 minutes, I'm finishing the one under the sink right now."

Another day, same trip, same poor water management, same request at a different farmhouse. The resident loaded us with all the ice water we could carry.