In case you haven’t noticed, it has been quite damp over the past few weeks. It seems like Mother Nature has suddenly decided to make good on all the rain we’ve been missing since, well, February.
I’m sure the mosquitos love it, but I, for one, am just about soggied out.
Makes me think of good stories of rain, flood, excessive water, etc.
You may be wondering what I could possibly mean by “good stories” about rain and floods. I mean those times when you stop and think, “You know, this will be very funny someday, but not right now.” Then you go back to shoving the mud and grossness out of your basement apartment kitchen.
I have one–which I’m sure you can top in the comments section.
A few years ago my decidedly non-camping wife gave me a great birthday present–a weekend of “camping” in a treehouse cabin. Seriously, it was awesome. Or would have been awesome. The treehouse cabin sat right along the banks of the Shenandoah River. If you have ever spent much time near the Shenandoah River, you know that it floods whenever someone pours a warm beer out into it. And when it floods, it goes so in a glorious manner.
It had been raining for days before we showed up. While it was dry, it was obvious that the Shenandoah was feeling a little…bloaty.
When we showed up at the treehouse, we could see that the river bank was rising.
Who cares, you might think. You are in a treehouse. But that’s half the problem. If you go up into the treehouse–and it floods–how do you get out?
The owner, probably hoping he wouldn’t have to refund our money, tried to convince us to stay.
“Hell, if the river hasn’t gone down by the time you leave–I’ll come get you out with a canoe,” he generously offered.
“But what if we have to go to the bathroom?” I asked.
He looked puzzled.
“I mean, if I’m up in the treehouse…with no rest facilities…what if, I don’t know, I have to go to the bathroom during the weekend?”
“Come on,” he exclaimed. “Just go off the side!”
You can imagine how this went down with my non-camping wife.
We ended up spending the night in an (empty) boy scout camp on the property, with my wife pretty much begging me to go home in the morning.
Water in the basement, swollen rivers, etc. What are some of your rain/water stories?