Winter, again
The winter started off peaceful, and quiet. A memorable weekend with some cherished girlfriends, a break in the rain that lead way to some new drone shots…
Just as things were starting to feel somewhat routine, we were blindsided by a classic “oh shit” moment. Over winter break, we arrived during a huge snowstorm to find a burst pipe flooding the hillside. The ground was frozen solid, so our only option was to shut off the well pump and wait it out, hoping that rising temperatures the next day would let us dig.
As luck would have it, Patrick woke up with Covid that morning, leaving me to jump in feet first alone. I spent nearly the entire day digging in frozen soil (while also soloparenting, because Patrick was unable to move from the sofa), finally reaching nearly 5 feet down to expose the pipes and getting a clear look at the situation.
The following morning, it was my turn : I woke up feeling awful. Patrick somehow found enough energy to swap out the busted pipe and restore water flow - just in time for us to dash out and prepare for the weekend’s incoming guests (and get us all home to sleep before school started again). It was a brutal, chaotic, and ridiculously memorable couple of days - a stark reminder that running this place often requires equal parts grit, stamina, and humor.
