This is getting to be a habit with me. I left town in the rain, and by the time I was headed home, these nice public employees had closed the road. Water over the very same road I’d taken to get out. This time, the detour was a short one. About five miles to a road with better drainage, (and less, if you’re new to the area, and therefore willing to take the one where all those people drowned back in the fifties. I am not.).
One of the guys at work was talking about (life-threatening choice ahead —->) going tubing down a flooded river in his youth. (Don’t do this. It is stupid.) The currents were nasty, and the river took him from one town to the next in record time, but he had to duck for the bridges. (No, you shouldn’t have to duck for bridges.) And… (He’s lucky we didn’t wind up pulling him out of the dam a month later, when the water went down.)
Anyway, there’s a good chance you’d just wind up knocking yourself out, if you tried going under the bridges, now.
The picture above is of some unfortunate farmer’s field. The actual body of water that is flooding? Uhm… well, it’s a creek that runs down the center of the treeline in the horizon. Yes, I’m sure it has a name. No, I don’t know what that name is off the top of my head.
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