We're in the middle of four days of constant rain. At least we were in between the storm bands that brought tornadoes earlier in the week. Our hillbilly mansion sits high upon a hill. A tornado could be dangerous, but the water doesn't reach us, and the basement is without leaks.
We have a route to town that can avoid the main low water bridge.
That's our bridge, down by Mailbox Row, on Friday. I can tell by the level of the water on those supports that the main low water bridge will not be passable. I'd get you a picture, but that would require backing up T-Hoe to find a place to turn around once I took it. Not something I want to do on a narrow, curvy, blacktop road. Take my word for it. When the waters recede, I might be able to show the aftermath, if there's no traffic behind me.
On Saturday, the water was higher.
I knew it would be worse before I got to that point. The evidence was clear.
It was obvious the creek had been out of its banks earlier in the day. That's the gravel road leading to Mailbox Row.
A lot of debris was left high(er) and (not-so) dry when the creek receded. I'm glad I waited until the future radar showed a lull in the rain before heading to town. Hick was out of here early, before the road flooded.
Rain by itself won't keep me from town! Those scratchers aren't going to buy themselves. Rain won't keep Hick from going to his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5) all weekend. Rain won't keep The Pony from walking 11.5 miles to deliver the mail every day.
Of course we had planned another cookout for Sunday. The rain is supposed to stop by afternoon. Even if not, Hick can wheel GassyG Jr around the porch to find a place out of the wind. The porch goes all the way around the house. Some section will be calm and dry. Hick will need to wear a jacket! The temp is only going to reach the low 50s. The Pony and I will be warm and dry inside, working up an appetite.