I didn’t even know it was going to rain. I certainly didn’t know it was going to rain 8 inches in 24 hours.
Nobody died. No buildings were washed away. Our road didn’t close. It’s not like this was a big deal on our little farm. But this was as much water as I’ve seen since hurricane Floyd in 1999. Like most places that flood, I judge by the high water mark from previous floods. Folks, this was pretty high. Not the absolute highest, but in the top 3.
I took a short video of the water in our back pasture. It doesn’t come through as loudly as it was in person, but listen. Turn your sound up.
It sounded like I was standing by a stream in the mountains. You know that peaceful, tranquil sound of flowing water? Like this.
Except I was standing in my pasture, where I graze my cows. Yes we back up to Swift Creek, but it’s a swampy, backwater part of Swift Creek. There is no moving water. I’ve seen it go under water, but I’ve never seen it move fast enough to create this sound, even in hurricanes. It was pretty amazing.
No matter how long I live, I still see new things. That’s pretty awesome.