Things have been pretty busy around the farmstead for being the middle of winter.
Imagine my surprise when one Wednesday night I turn the faucet on to pour a glass of water, and there is none. What??? We have an old system, so sometimes there are "hiccups", so I shut the tap off to try again. Same results. Nothing. Truckin' Man suspects right away that we have frozen pipes, but it's after 7 pm, and we have almost an hour drive to Menards for any possible supply, so we just leave it til morning.
Investigating our water issue means going to where our water starts. WAY up there.
(If you can see the old windmill in the center, that's where we have to go)
Truckin' Man takes the short way up, straight up the hill. I go the long way around, it's not so steep.
Queen of the Farm had to join in on the investigation.
Lot's of investigating. Trips to town to buy portable blow torches to heat frozen pieces.
I couldn't get the flames coming out of this thing to show up, but that was some intense heat.
Truckin' Man loves the new torch.
Finally... We have water again. We were sweating during this whole ordeal.
The potential for a huge expense and massive repairs was not far away on this old system.
Lot's of big ice cubes....
Made for a fun passtime for a thirsty dog!
Truckin' Man says that this was all a series of events that started because of a wind storm that knocked down a tree on one of the pipes. That backed the water up and allowed it to freeze.
Hoping the storm coming this week is kind to us and there are no issues!