Outdoor chores are less fun when it's below freezing. Before our road trip, I decided to check on the chickens. The coop door didn't close all the way and that let in a possum at least once.
Then I stepped on the hose and realized it was a hose-cicle.
I don't know if it was left on or if somehow rainwater had pooled into it before the deep freeze (We had a random day of 60 degree weather and some rain earlier in the week before the temperature plunged 50 degrees in under 48 hours!).
I did know that the hose was filled with solid ice, stuck on the faucet, and the faucet wouldn't turn.
Carrie and I didn't want to leave with a potentially frozen faucet. We requisitioned the extension cord from the heated water trough,...
...and Carrie brought out a hand dryer.
She was able to remove the hose after a short while. The water came on when I messed with the faucet a few minutes later. Crisis averted!
We hit the road shortly thereafter. Carrie drove. I helped entertain Shane and pumped gas.
John texted me a complaint about the cold, so I snapped a quick pick of my warm minion hat and hoody.
"You look like a depressed lumber jack about to go on site," John replied.
I didn't care. I was warm.
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