The Aftermath of the flood
It was a dark and stormy night. Then it was a dark and stormy day. Then it was another dark and stormy night; followed by another dark and stormy day... Here's the river through town a full three days after the flood waters crested. Thanks to my trusty, evil gas-guzzling, Ford Explorer XLT, and to Deb saying a prayer to St. Christopher we had no problem navigating across the washed out road. Just one of the joys of living in the Northeast!


1 Comments:
Wow! That is intense! Kinda like a california Roller (earthquake)
Thanks for stopping by my blog today and commenting. The one thing I left out of the story was that while I was there at the orphanage, Wendy the 8 year old, made me a mask of her face and painted it so that I wouldn't forget her. That was 4 years ago, and I can still se her little face. I guess it worked.
Take care and be safe!
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