With rain on and off yesterday, and throughout the night, we knew before we even went to bed last night that high water might be a problem today.
The river ford this morning:
If the water’s up in the road from the ford, you know it’s too high to cross. Unless you want to buy a new car.
That happened to me one time. (In case you missed it.)
Unless the river’s up out of its banks, though, the creeks are okay. To leave our farm and find civilization, we have to either ford the river in one direction or go over the hill on a two-mile rock-dirt road through three creeks. It’s more convenient to cross the river–it’s our closest access to a hard road and the high school is in that direction.
This photo is taken from halfway down our driveway. The river actually borders our farm in some places.
However, that was not to be this morning. And so we set off in the other direction to drive through three creeks and go two miles over the hill in search of a hard road and civilization and high school.
We didn’t get very far.
That tree’s too low to drive under. There was much jubilation amongst the teenage children.
And that’s just another day in the country.