Regardless of the lack of creek or canal crossing, next time, I'm staying put until the water drains away. I'll admit it. I was ignorant, but pretty damn lucky. We crossed three major charcos, drove over a curb onto a local bank's grass and off onto the lot past the stranded motorists, parked in a neighbor's driveway while I had visions of me climbing out the window (in a skirt) and wading to my house one block away, but we finally made it home.
Fortunately, no water leaked into Lisa's car. However, my husband must have been really busy celebrating his victory over erosion because he forgot to roll up the windows of our car. Not only that, he forgot to tell me the seats were wet as I sat down, ready to go to work.
Lisa, fearless driver
I slipped and fell on this mud. I never appreciated Richard's obsession with erosion until yesterday. There was no mud on our sidewalk.
We had to drive through this (and much worse) to get to my house. The water came up to about a little more than half way up the car door. Because my own den floods whenever it rains (I'm too busy mopping water to venture outside when it's raining) I didn't know that the two entrances to my neighborhood tend to flood.
This is the second time in less than a month that this parking lot near my neighborhood floods.
So I guess it wasn't really fortuitous that this truck was already at the apartment complex.
Finally, even the dog was smart enough to keep away from our backyard.
2 comments:
Damn, that's a lot of water. I'm glad you made it home OK. But that super sucks about your car being all wet. I used to leave the windows down all the time in rainy seasons --- sitting on a beach towel helps.
Umm, did Rich teach you nothing? Turn around, don't drown.
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