Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Well, there was a real gully washer out at Hawksbill Cabin a few weeks ago. I knew because my friend David showed the picture of his weather station, which reported, “It’s raining cats ‘n’ dogs.” Then neighbor Dan sent me note telling me we’d had a washout.
So, I was prepared for some damage out there – over the course of the summer t-storms we always need to have Mickey come out with the box blade for some minor repairs, and then from time to time we have something a little more major, like this time.
In any case, while I was out walking the dog on Sunday morning, I decided it might be worthwhile to track down exactly where our driveway had gone…I found it, about a hundred yards down the road, deposited in a neat pile in the little meadow alongside Beaver Run. It was like a practical joke courtesy of Mother Nature.
Mickey will be out soon to do some repairs. But I don’t know if his tractor will be able to get back in there for the flotsam – we might have to fork out for some new gravel this time.