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A reply to Super Mrs. C
Sunday morning, I woke at 1:30 a.m. — something was wrong. I got out of bed and found my dripping faucet was not dripping anymore. Oh no! I turned it on full blast, and the water drooled. The freeze was harder than I expected. I should have left a stream running, but I left a drip and now my pipes were frozen.
It was 27 degrees and snowing and an ice storm was on the way. I won’t be able to get out of here, until Tuesday or Wednesday, so I had to make do.
To keep my drool going, I opened the bathroom and kitchen faucets full blast and started filling containers. I started heating water on the stove and ran out of propane. I’d run an extra line in from the junction box to power a second space heater and dang, it blew the circuit. Its only 50 feet to the junction box, but it was dark, snowing, and 27 degrees, so I closed off the living space which one heater heats just fine.
Around four o’clock that afternoon, my mountain rescue team (aka as daughter and son-in-law) arrived and switched my propane tanks around, and I could cook again. We tried to unfreeze those pipes with warm water, but they are frozen solid and only the sun can rescue me. The weatherman says, a few hours of sun on Tuesday — maybe.
