Many years ago, while my older brothers and I were still in high school/junior high school, there were a few consecutive days of heavy rain. My dad came home and told us the river was getting really high. Our mom said something to the effect of, “Oh, let’s go see it.”
Yeah, going to watch the river rise. Our parents sure knew how to live life on the wild side. Needless to say, my brothers and I gave them a face-full about that for years to come.
I was recently reminded of this incident upon our return home after visiting my in-laws this past weekend. You see, we drove back in rains which varied from light drizzle to steady downpour. It was much stronger the closer to home we got. In fact, we had learned that the day of our return was the fifth consecutive day of rain in our city. The creeks we drove past on the local roads were getting quite high, indeed.
After getting home I waited for a break in the deluge to retrieve our luggage from the roof rack. Then went to the neighbor’s house to pick up our mail. Last, it was a trip to the grocery store to stock up on a few items to get us through the next few days. Driving over the bridge to the store revealed the extent of our rainfall as the creek was a good 3-4 feet higher than usual. So, when I got home, I did the unthinkable…
“Hey, sweetie. Let’s drive by the river and see how high it’s getting!”
The wife refused. I guess she’s just not as cool as my parents were, and I finally am.
P.S. Here’s a link to a video a guy in our area took on Sept 29th to see the flooding. There are both a greenway walking trail and small side road covered with the river. I wish someone had taken a shot of the part of the greenway we usually walk, because when I saw it today after the waters “rapidly receded” parts of it were still covered.