Suffering for Art

We returned home from a trip to Avon Colorado this weekend. We had fun visiting with Nancy's folks. We didn't ski, we shopped a little, watched a good amount of TV and just relaxed.

After we put the kids to bed, I came downstairs to check my email and I heard the faint sound of water running.

I looked all around inside the house and couldn't find anything.

As a last option I stuck my head out the back door of the garage and encountered this beauty. It's about 7 feet tall and weighs many hundreds of pounds.

After digging around for a while I found how to shut it off. When I blew out the sprinklers this fall, I failed to drain the 6 feet [or so] of copper line going from the main to the sprinkler system, and the portion of the pipe that was just outside the wall froze and burst, creating this ice sculpture. I don't know how many days this has been running. We were out of town since around noon on Friday, and I don't know if it had started before we left or not (it's been so cold that I haven't gone outside without a very good reason).

Tomorrow I'm calling the city to see what our water bill is, then I'll try and defrost this thing so it doesn't damage our house.

WHEE!