At about 5:30 this morning Sylvia and I woke up to a strange sound. At first I thought it was raining, but when I thought about it for a few seconds I remembered that it wasn’t supposed to rain here for the foreseeable future, but I definitely heard the sound of water falling. I got up and opened up some blinds to see if we had an issue with our water standpipe as it broke off a couple of years ago on a cold night. As it was going to be below freezing I’d shut off the water and released the pressure on the hose, so I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be us that had a problem.
I still couldn’t see where the sound was coming from as it was pitch dark, and I didn’t think to put on my glasses. I managed to find my pants and jacket and finally a flashlight before I wandered out in the cold. As soon as I got on the backside of our trailer I could see the 25 foot tall fountain that was coming from an unoccupied site’s water supply. Fortunately it was slightly angled away from our site so I could walk right up to it and shut it off without getting soaked. That same angle was causing the water to fall on top of a friends RV, but as she was away on a bus trip to the Rose Bowl she didn’t have a chance to witness the ice that now encased her RV.
I’m a firm believer that Ice in Arizona should only be found in a glass.