I meant to post this last week when it happened, but so much was going on at once that it got pushed aside. Still, I was so impressed in a horrified sort of way, that I wanted to post about it.
I grew up in a farmhouse about two miles outside a small village in Central New York. The place was surrounded by acres of woods and there was a little creek running thru the property. When I was little it was a dirt road but it was later paved and well maintained by the town. Later my Aunt and her family moved there and she still lives in the farmhouse. Rob and I were married in the living room.
Central New York has been getting lots of rain lately. and last week this happened.