When I arrived at the church this morning and turned on the water, behold, it dripped a bit and there wasn't anymore. For whatever reason, the pipes must have frozen between yesterday afternoon and this morning. If they were going to freeze, why didn't they freeze earlier? It's been this cold for a week now. Maybe it just took this long for the crawlspace underneath to reach the freezing point. So yet another new experience. I had no idea what to do and didn't have a flashlight to go underneath and look, so I made a phone call to one of the church members.
We visited a couple of church members this afternoon and had a nice little visit. The husband is a commercial fisherman (and also used to be a logger), so we talked at length about fishing. Their catch this year wasn't too great, but the per-pound price was good so it was an okay season for them. Right now, the king salmon prices are about $7.00/lb. to the fishers (about $14/lb. here once they're processed and frozen, and $20/lb. or so once they're flow down south), but most can't or won't go out because it's just too cold. I learned a little bit about troller fishing, the lures and hooks used, and about learning to tell the difference between the types of salmon.
He also grew up in Oregon, so he is familiar with many of the areas that we are and currently has relatives in the state also. We came home with some homemade scones and a couple pounds of frozen king salmon.
At the post office, I signed for a package. I drove away when I noticed that it was a US Navy package addressed to the commanding officer of the USCGC Anacapa. The PO Box number was certainly ours, but as far as I know, none of us serve on the vessel. So after picking Elise up at the grocery store, we went back to the Post Office. It did give me motivation to find out about the Coast Guard cutter that frequently passes by our front window.
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