a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label washouts. Show all posts
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Friday, April 29, 2011

The Power of Water...

The power of moving water is devastating.
We are very, very lucky.
Many others were not so lucky.
Instead of napping when I knocked out hubby,
I walked and looked.
We do have a home and noone lost their life,
for that I am thankful.
This was pasture.
This was a fence.
The water was shirt-deep as I walked up the creek.
I was checking on the culverts I posted about a few weeks ago.
This is where they used to be,
this one landed WAYYYY down stream.
Can't cross here any more.
To give you an idea how large these are,
This is my foot as I am climbing over.
We were blessed with a beautiful day.  Promise of more rain in two days makes me uneasy.  All pond levees held and the terraces did their jobs well...it could have been much worse.  Mother Nature has reshaped the land and we will work with what we have.
The road out of our valley is more like a pioneer trail,
but the sky smiled today.
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