Thursday, November 12, 2009

forty-three hours



The rain has eased. The creek is over the road at the entrance to the camp. The caretaker of the camp has moved a horse and pony to higher ground, after having to wade in. The county FEMA coordinator showed up at my door, thinking the director of the camp still lived here, looking for the caretaker. It’s been a busy morning.

As usual, the photos don’t do justice to the event. The creek over the road at the camp photo is clear. The photo of the creek in my yard doesn’t tell you that it’s covering twenty feet of ground, completely over the little dock and ladder.

The emergency management guy tells me we’ve had almost five inches of rain since this started Tuesday afternoon. It’s now stopped raining, but I’ve yet to see all the runoff from the feeder creeks.

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