It curls up and into the mountains through tunnels of madrone, cedar, and fir.
We caught our glimpse of the frozen forest at Thanksgiving this year, traveling to Dustin's childhood home and family homestead in the Siskiyou Mountains, where the water (delicious yummy pure water!) finds its way from the heights of a mountain spring to the cabin faucets via a mile or so of plastic pipes.
When the mercury dips below freezing and water sprays from a leaking pipe, one would almost think that the White Witch had paid a visit...
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cool stuff.
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