rising waters

Dale and I and some good friends were able to spend last weekend at the Drake's cabin in Long Pine. Those of you who have been there can understand how cool that was. How relaxing and restful and wonderful it was. The only way it could have been improved would have been if the Drakes had been there. And all of our kids and granddaughters. And a long list of our friends and all of the family members that could make it out....

Anyway. Another way it could have been improved would have been if the rain could have stopped! I had this morbid interest in how many steps were being covered with the rising creek. Up to the fourth step! Yikes! Water lapping over the railroad ties.

By Sunday morning we were listening to the radio that kept announcing more roads closed between us and Norfolk. So Dale and the guests took off early Sunday. I stayed on because  of a book I wanted to work on.  So I toughed it out until Tuesday afternoon. I would love to tell you a dramatic tale of rescue and bravery and singlehandedly saving the cabin.

But what I DID do was clean and vacuum and pack the car. Lock the cabin. Wave goodbye. And then spend the next four+ hours avoiding closed roads and overflowing lakes and rivers to arrive finally in Norfolk. All for the compelling reason of having been in the same clothes since Friday since it was too cold for any other of the clothes I had packed. Seriously.

But I did finish my story. It even has a title.