A long term drought here came to an end in the last few days amid the unrelenting rains of tropical storm Debby. The nearby town, inundated, is literally closed by floodwaters. I’m fortunate enough to be located on a little higher ground.
Some folks have been rendered homeless, and voluntary evacuation is underway in low-lying and riverside parts of the community. The Friends of NRA fund-raiser I should be attending as I write this has been cancelled, and the Baptist church scheduled to host it is now a shelter for those whose homes have been made uninhabitable by the storm.
Significant Other and I spent much of the day moving a ton of stuff off the floor of the pole barn, getting it out of the way barely before the water started flowing through it. It got our minds off our friends in town, who suffered far more damage than we.
But it couldn’t get my mind off a greater tragedy, a good friend’s son killed in a motorcycle accident this past weekend. The flood waters here will recede far sooner than the grief will, there.
All is relative. Out west, wildfires seem to be causing more devastation than floods are here. We’re grateful that we’re prepared for natural disaster, since rising waters have pretty much closed the roads to stores. Power is still on, but the generator stands ready. We won’t be wasting time feeling sorry for ourselves. There are those who deserve our sympathy far more.
This is why they tell you not to drive through standing bodies of water.
Smokie says, “Today’s forest fire danger (glub) is (glub) low.”
As a general rule, it’s not a good thing when your headlights are even with the water level…
Saw more than one vehicle that didn’t make it through the water…though these two did.