This morning, I went to turn on our kitchen water. Nada. Nothing. Dead.
After checking all the other water sources in our home and finding them to be fully functioning, we diagnosed the problem as a frozen pipe.
Armed with a hairdryer and flashlight, my beloved husband Austin suited up and crawled under our house into the nasty crawl space.
Nothing worked to thaw out this pipe. After leaving it alone for a few hours and letting the sun do its job, our water started working again. Whew.
That is- until the next freeze.