Five springs at Richmond’s Glen Miller Park

Read time: 15 min.

Despite its unconventional name, Glen Miller Park in Richmond has nothing to do with the famous bandleader who spelled his name with two Ns. Sometime after the civil war, Col. John F. Miller purchased a glen, or valley, to turn into a park. Miller sold the property to the city of Richmond in 18851. Although the place is home to fascinating history, I went there specifically for its artesian wells, known around Richmond as “springs.”

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Two artesian wells in Madison County’s Mounds State Park

Read time: 9 min.

Mounds State Park has a fascinating history that spans several eras. Not only is it home to ten prehistoric earthworks, but it was also the site of an amusement park from 1897 to 19291! The place is the perfect spot for artesian wells to flourish thanks to its location on a limestone bluff high above the river. So far, I’ve been able to locate two.

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Blountsville’s flowing well in Henry County

Read time: 7 min.

I’ve driven through Blountsville on US-35 a hundred times. After I got interested in artesian wells, the metal sign near the Stoney Creek Township fire station on the town’s western edge became relevant to me. “WARNING,” it screamed in red type. “DO NOT DRINK WATER.” Contrarian that I am, language like that usually compels me to take a big swig of water! After I saw the well for myself, though, I’m really glad I didn’t.

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The Koontz flowing well south of Yorktown

Read time: 4 min.

I’ve gotten pretty good at finding and identifying flowing wells. After all, identifying them’s easy, so long as you can see the water gushing up from underground! Finding them can be more of a challenge when they’re hidden, but sometimes it’s simple: I had no idea that what I call the Koontz well existed until a friend showed me a picture on his phone and asked, “is this one?” Jackpot! It was, and it sits just south of Yorktown.

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