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.
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