We drove to the lake today. Haven't been up except for funerals in January. Bruce turned the water on at the street and I went in to open windows. Heard a whooshing sound...not good after so many freezes up there. Yelled for Bruce to turn off water... The little bathroom was already flooded. We couldn't tell where it was coming from, so I ran out and turned the water back on....and heard a yell to turn it off now!!!! It was behind the kitchen wall in a linen closet. Off to the corner store for supplies and back to fix the pipe. Then he has me go back out and turn the water on....and yelled again....another broken pipe. Back to the store and he fixed it. And then I decided to peek under the kitchen sink...and it was really wet! I got to go to the store this time. He fixed it....that's 3, right? So I turn the water on again...and there's a broken pipe under the lavatory next to the linen closet. We turned the water off, locked the door and came home. After 4 broken pipes, I think it's time to call a plumber....... and fix a drink....
