You know that dry creek I talk about.
Sure you do.
Well, it started raining Wednesday night. And it rained alll night. Then it rained all day Thursday.
By Thursday evening that dry creek was twelve feet deep in running water, and as dusk felll it spilled over into my yard, over the road and down the street.
The dry creek topped out at twenty=one feet above the road over the bridge.
I spent the morning repairing the north fence, at least temporarily and putzed with the south fence – throwing off some limbs.
And then . . .
Renter came over and told me his fence had bee totally destroyed and he hadn’t found all his cows.
We did a quick consolation and decided that hooking up the post hole digger would be a good thing and we went off to fix his fence.
I checked out about two when his brothers came to help him.
My fence needs rebuilding but will hold cattle for now. When the water goes down I’ll get the fence under control.
Mean time I’ll stop talking about my dry creek. Apparently it makes it mad to be called dry.
From the reaches,