I have to admit, the whole concept of log houses make me very very curious. I would love to see some pics, if you don´t care. Since I do live on an almost 50 years old apartment in the very downtown of our city, is kinda of a new concept for me (even tho, when I met Mr. Vic Wooten back in 1997, he mentioned something about also living in a log house).
About a month ago, I came home about 11:00 pm, and was washing some dishes, when the tube that goes from the wall to the sink´s faucet broke off. The valve that shuts off the water service for my apartment is in the common corridor, just outside my door, in the same closet as the trash duct is. Some genius thought it might be "safer" to keep that closet´s door closed, and it happens that, for more than 35 years, nobody has ever had the key to that knob. There, almost midnight, we had to hammer-break the door knob (My beloved one did it while I was holding the bare tube end trying (unsuccesfully) to cork it with my thumb. The whole kitchen flooded, water came close to the living room, when we finally could open the darn thing and shut the valve off. Then, after the cleansing, and about midnight, we were so sweaty and dirty... with a broken tubing in the kitchen and the water valve shut off. The solution? Find the other half of the broken tubing, put some hot glue (silicone) on it and wait for it to dry. Since the tubing entry is conical, once the glue dries up, with the water pressure it would hold against the cone-form and seal it, so we could open the water valve again and take a shower. Amazing how you can come with a solution on such a state. beautiful way to spend the midnight
The morning after I bought the new tubing, and went crazy about buying some small shut add-on valves for almost every water tubing in the house. I have not installed them all yet, but I am on my way... And also had to buy and install a new door knob (WITH enough spare keys!) for the trash/water valves closet...
On the other hand, my father, who moved about three years ago away from the city into a plains zone (Now instead of designing buildings he prefers to make plants grow, I almost understand him...) but the town where he lives in is in some kind of a lowland, a depression. Some of the farms which are in the suburbs (including his), have dams, and last August it was a heavy rain season. Well, two of the biggest dams from the farms nearby went off, and the water came across the little town. Fortunately, my dad´s house suffered no damage, besides a lot of mud (we´re talking about 3 foot of water running in the street) and some water that actually could get into the garage and the house´s porch, but no major losses there. Another family, unfortunately, had their house right on the water´s way, so the water just took it off the ground.. literally. The image (as described by my dad, I had not seen it) was fairly curious... there could be seen the square where the house was, the foundations... and a different square within, with a w.c. on it. Was the only part of the house that, surprisingly, remained still. Would have loved to have a pic, tho...