Parts of our town were inundated with water over the weekend, and I learned today that nine families had to be evacuated from their homes due to flooding. Our elementary school, and specifically my classroom and the one next to me, also had flooding on Saturday. Because this is not the first time these rooms have flooded they've decided to tear up the floor in those two rooms in hopes of fixing the problem once and for all. Therefore, I spent the majority of my work day moving furniture and setting up a new classroom in the far reaches of the building, a solid two minute brisk walk to the nearest classroom. However, we were lucky to have none of the extensive water damage plaguing the areas north of us and blessed to only watch from hundreds of miles away as Hurricane Ike unleashed a giant can of you-know-what on parts of Texas.
With a break - finally - in the rain I went outside for a short walk to survey the water situation near our house.
Our grass, particularly in the backyard was soaked. Squishy. Sopping wet. The General's plan to mow was wildly unsuccessful.
This little stream of water is making its way to the creek just north of our house. There are two large lots two blocks south of us that always hold water when we get a solid rain. Last weekend they had to actually close that portion of our street due to standing water. And all that water slowly filter down the side of our house, through the field and down to the creek. That large green hose? That's from our neighbors'; they were pumping out some serious water.
The new fire pit? It quickly became the above ground pool I've been dreaming of.
Here's the creek. See our garage? This is the highest I've ever seen the creek. Usually you can see the bottom, and right at the bridge where that center post is you'll find a gigantic beaver dam. Well, we've not confirmed whether it's a beaver created dam or just accumulation of sticks from the current, but it certainly looks like it could have been built by beavers. It's more fun telling the girls that anyway.
Here's a view of the creek coming from the east. You'll notice that it's overrun its banks on this side of the bridge.
And then looking west, headed toward either the Mazon or Illinois River, I presume.Shortly after I returned home from my little nature hike, there was a slight break in the clouds and I was warmed to the core to finally see signs of the sun. I was starting to think we would never see it again.
How did all of you fare with this wet weather weekend?