I really love that we have this creek on our property. It is beautiful to look at and it attracts a ton of diverse wildlife to our yard. Even the old stone bridge is cool to look at, and we often find people stopping to draw/paint/photograph the view from the road. Water is a powerful force though, and when it turns on you there is little that can be done about it.
The water level here is about a foot or two higher than usual, and even then it is down more than a foot and a half from Monday’s peak. You can just about see the culvert under the bridge again. Our house sits on a bit of a rise, and in the years that we have lived here we have never had a problem with it. We have neighbors, however, that often lose most of their yards and suffer other flood-related issues. There’s a beaver damn not far downstream that is the target of many curses around here, and the normal water level varies depending on how busy the beavers have been.
Anyway, once the rain finally stopped on Monday night the water drained away both from our basement, from our yard, and from many other flooded areas in our state. I woke up Tuesday to find damp but bare patches of concrete in the workshop and clear skies that eventually gave way to warm sun. The worst was over, but the clean up was about to begin. While the bare floors were a welcome sight, the saturated carpets and damp sheet-rock will be another story altogether.
