He was dreading it, walking through the dark roads with water up to his knees. The slightest excuse would have convinced him to stay home, but he bit the bullet and went. I stayed here grading papers, and it wasn't until after he had gone that I began imagining him walking the half-mile home after a few drinks.
It's dark out here. Super dark with glorious stars when the clouds move along. I wondered if Earl would remember his flashlight (his torch the British guys reminded him) on his phone. What if he wandered away from the road and actually ended up walking in the river?
He made it home a couple hours later and was glad he went, although the flood waters splashed into his boots and left his feet wet, again convincing us not to try to drive through the exit routes today.
This morning as we walked the dogs, we explored both roads that lead out of this river-bound neighborhood.
|Where does the river end and the road begin? Toby can't tell anymore.|
The other dog, Toby, just kept plowing on and even found a little fish to eat.
We stopped just around the corner from a restaurant, a nice one with a hotel. That's where Earl walked last night and that's our back-up if we need to get out of here. We can walk there, carrying dry shoes with us.
As we started back, a farmer on a big red tractor in the field over waved and I waved back. He must be able to go wherever he wants with those giant wheels. Maybe he'll even drive back and deliver some fresh bread to our isolated house.
At the end of our walk, my socks and pants were wet, but I soaked in the bathtub with a cup of tea, then made omelettes and fried potatoes for lunch -- no bread.
The afternoon and evening stretch out before us as the rain has started again and plops against the skylight window panes.