Jump Into the Handbaskets! The High Water Has Come!
The trip to town for Wal*Mart shopping was a little more difficult
Sunday morning. The storms had flooded out the bridges to the
Hillbilly Mansion. No, we don't have a moat around it. These are
county roads. The bridge by our mailbox looks deceptively calm,
but that water is about 2 1/2 feet over the bridge. The marker sign
has washed away.
So has the pavement off the road. Oh, and the mailbox? It and its
10 buddies that were connected in a 3-sided 10-foot-long lumber
box, mounted on metal pipe sunk 2 feet in the ground and secured
with concrete, were long gone. They USED TO BE at the side of
the road, just behind that fragmented pavement. Some searching in
the afternoon found them way back in the woods. They will be set
up again, but until then, we will have to pick up our mail in town at
the post office. Hmpf! And the insurance rep wonders why we
don't use the mail-order prescription plan.
That little bridge was our second way out of the compound. The
usual way is over a hill and around a bend. We didn't go there,
because this water runs that way, and if it is this high, the other
bridge will be under, too. It is where we saw the truck in the
creek the other day that had already washed off. By the time
you get to where this other bridge is, you have to back up about
a quarter-mile to turn around. I'm not so good at backing the
Large SUV.
Our third way out has two bridges. The first one had a bit of
damage. #1 son, the 11-year-old size-16-pants-wearer,
surveys the site. To the left of him is where we saw that owl
land the other day. These holes look deceptively innocent,
but the one in front of the boy is about 18 inches deep. The
other side has had a load of rock dumped into it by the county.
I drove across in the middle, so I didn't have to go too deep
into either hole.
The water has gone way down by the time we took this picture.
The last option to get out requires a 3-mile drive to another
county road, a mile out to the highway, and about 5 miles
back to town. Glad we didn't have to go that route.
Here is a tree that is up on the hill by the boys' 10 acres. Looks
to me like it got a nip from ol' Mr. Lightning.
Don't it just make y'all wish you lived in the country?
Sunday morning. The storms had flooded out the bridges to the
Hillbilly Mansion. No, we don't have a moat around it. These are
county roads. The bridge by our mailbox looks deceptively calm,
but that water is about 2 1/2 feet over the bridge. The marker sign
has washed away.
So has the pavement off the road. Oh, and the mailbox? It and its
10 buddies that were connected in a 3-sided 10-foot-long lumber
box, mounted on metal pipe sunk 2 feet in the ground and secured
with concrete, were long gone. They USED TO BE at the side of
the road, just behind that fragmented pavement. Some searching in
the afternoon found them way back in the woods. They will be set
up again, but until then, we will have to pick up our mail in town at
the post office. Hmpf! And the insurance rep wonders why we
don't use the mail-order prescription plan.
That little bridge was our second way out of the compound. The
usual way is over a hill and around a bend. We didn't go there,
because this water runs that way, and if it is this high, the other
bridge will be under, too. It is where we saw the truck in the
creek the other day that had already washed off. By the time
you get to where this other bridge is, you have to back up about
a quarter-mile to turn around. I'm not so good at backing the
Large SUV.
Our third way out has two bridges. The first one had a bit of
damage. #1 son, the 11-year-old size-16-pants-wearer,
surveys the site. To the left of him is where we saw that owl
land the other day. These holes look deceptively innocent,
but the one in front of the boy is about 18 inches deep. The
other side has had a load of rock dumped into it by the county.
I drove across in the middle, so I didn't have to go too deep
into either hole.
The water has gone way down by the time we took this picture.
The last option to get out requires a 3-mile drive to another
county road, a mile out to the highway, and about 5 miles
back to town. Glad we didn't have to go that route.
Here is a tree that is up on the hill by the boys' 10 acres. Looks
to me like it got a nip from ol' Mr. Lightning.
Don't it just make y'all wish you lived in the country?
posted by Hillbilly Mom at 5:44 PM
7 Comments:
That's brutal HM. Mother nature letting us all know who's boss...............
I was wondering how you were doing this weekend. We were lucky and got next to nothing. Hubby calls it the "dome affect" something about the heat of the city causing the storm to separate and we miss it. (cuz we live about 20 miles from the city)
He might be blowing smoke up my you-know-what, but there might be some truth. It seems like the storms usually head south once they approach the St. Louis area and we miss it cuz we live north...though we do get some whammies every now and then that you guys miss.
I couldn't believe that your mailbox went afloating though. Holy crap. Do you get nervous during those type of storms?
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Country living . . . gotta love it!
That might happen here if we got that much rain. Instead, we watch our road buckle and crack in the heat of summer.
I do live in the country, but we have a nice paced state highway in front of our house, that every once in a while the state decides to give back to the county who then pulls up the blacktop and puts rock down, then gets tired of it and gives it back to the state who repaves it and on and on and on! And people say our tax dollars are wasted!!!
Ill Man,
She sure did. Two nights in a row.
Chick,
I don't get nervous. We live WAY up on a hill. We are usually in the basement watching the big screen TV, or I'm in my office down there. #1 sleeps there every night. About the only changes are that I carry my purse and valuables downstairs, and bring #2 down there to sleep. Grizzly hates it, though. He tries to run in the house every time we open the door.
Babs,
That has happened out on the highway a couple of times.
Mrs.,
What giving organizations, your state and county! That road by the mailboxes that chunks washed out of was gravel when we first built the house. Then the county blacktopped it, and that made it narrower. Each time they re-do it, it gets narrower. Now we can barely pass a car on it. Ahh...progress.
Dannnnnnnnnnnng! We're still living under a burn-ban-laden drought here!! Even after the rain, hail and tornadoes Sunday night. Lucky Missourians!!
Diva,
Yep. We're one lucky bunch of drowned-rat, flyin' around in trailer-house, meth makin' bandits over here in the Show-Me State!
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