Let that water flow!

We turn the water off to the cabins every fall and fill the lines with RV antifreeze. If we didn't the pipes would freeze and burst. Not a pleasant thought! That means that every spring we have to turn the water back on and bleed all the antifreeze out. That's where life can get interesting...

Last spring was relatively uneventful, for which I am very thankful; we had enough new things without any added drama. This spring wasn't as uneventful...

To begin with, one of the cabins had the lines freeze before we could bleed the lines. This cabin has an exposed northwest corner and we had a week of very cold weather just before closing. From what I could see last fall, it looked like none of the pipes had burst, but I turned off the water valve to that cabin just in case—if there was a break, once things thawed, all the antifreeze in the system would have flowed out into that cabin. Pink stuff. All over. Not a pleasant thought!

Well, we turned the water on and began to bleed each cabin. I warned Max that this cabin might be a problem. So, I climbed under the cabin and slowly turned the valve. And breathed a sigh of relief; no water spraying around where I thought there would be a break. The relief turned to panic, though. Suddenly I saw water dripping down from all over the place!

I turned the water off quickly and we looked inside the cabin. Pink stuff. All over. Not a pleasant sight! And the smell of that stuff is like a cheap kid's perfume. Ugh! It didn't take long to discover the problem. Under the sink, right above the cold water shutoff valve. Broken pipe. Pink stuff. All over. Get out the rags. Clean up the mess.

The good news was that it was a clean break on a plastic pipe. A new ferrule (compression fitting) and within five minutes we were good to go. But that cabin still smells like cheap perfume...

I've got more stories of other interesting things, but they will keep. Stay tuned! And keep praising God—Πᾶσαν χαρὰν ἡγήσασθε, ἀδελφοί μου, ὅταν πειρασμοῖς περιπέσητε ποικίλοις, γινώσκοντες ὅτι τὸ δοκίμιον ὑμῶν τῆς πίστεως κατεργάζεται ὑπομονήν. (Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.) James 1:2–3

After all, if living in paradise were easy, everybody would be doing it and it would cease to be paradise (or something like that...)