Many, many times.
Somewhere between Pueblo and Newton, Kansas I was a hurting pup in need of water. I remember a UPS driver stopping to tell me to get off the road because the heat index was 161 (doubt it). I was out of water. So, I prayed and prayed while down on the aero bars. I look up and on the left in the middle of nowhere in the plains is a building. A little white one. A seemingly abandoned, old church. With a hand pump down to a well out front and a shade tree off the side. I mostly remember the well. It took forever to get the water to flow but damn it was cold and tasty.