When dawn broke on Thurdsay, we were surprised to discover the creek about three feet higher than normal. |
At times, we could see a little daylight between dock and creek, but eventually even that little gap was closed. We're told this is as high as the water ever gets, absent a hurricane. |
Eventually, the water came up over the wall and flooded into the grounds, drenching new and old plantings alike. |
Perhaps in jest, the dockmaster says he saw fish jumping in the pole beans! |
Usually, it's a short walk from the shower house to the dockmaster's quarters - on this day, it would have been a short swim. |
The dockmaster was out and about early this morning, checking dinghies, boats, and lines, as well as tripping breakers and shutting down water pumps. |
Our daffodils seemed unconcerned about the brackish water rising all around them. The hollyhocks and pansies also in this bed are still, a few days later, attempting a comeback. |
With the premises secured, we ventured out to see what the rest of the county looked like. We found the water equally high in Oriental - even the breakwater was covered. |
Where once there was a street, we find convenient waterfront seating! |
Rising water ignores a stop sign. |
Harbor waters encroach on Oriental streets.. |
Arriving back home, the dockmaster was enlisted in an effort to secure an absent neighbor's boat. |
Three volunteers attempt to loosen too-tight lines. |
Mission accomplished, everyone smiles for the weather gal. |
The wind quieted for a while, but picked up again in early afternoon, giving us our second round of rising water. |
Finally, of course, the winds shifted direction and the water started draining out of the creek, out of the grounds, out of the power plugs on the docks! We'll be draining water for a while, that's for sure. Two days later, though, a pink and blue morning sky greets us and promises to bring four or five days of warm sunshine. |
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