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Monday, March 25, 2019

Water Flows - Plans Change

Two areas I selected for the summer bicycle ride this year are now underwater. Water flows and plans change.

The first area is under approximately twenty-four to twenty-seven feet of water. Even if the water began receding tonight, at this minute, the roads beneath the currents and the camping areas will be completely unusable until probably into the fall. And there's more rain expected through May.

The area is a natural flood plain, but the last major flood, of this magnitude, was in 2011. Some folks were still recovering from that one, only to have their homes flooded again, and their farm fields turned into bogs.

The second area I planned to ride is only partially covered. It is possible to detour around the flooded areas, but what made it interesting was the ability to ride the rails to trails pathway in its entirety. I've been trying to get that done for several years.

So, while the temperatures continue to rise toward those wonderful spring-like digits, I begin again to locate a new path -- where the water doesn't flow. There won't be a lack of things to get involved in this summer, and all of them will involve flood recovery, clean-up, and providing support for those who have been displaced or most grossly affected by the rushing waters.

Saturday, March 9, 2019

It's March. It's Raining. We Had A Thunderstorm.

person heating hands beside bonfire at nighttimeMarch + thunder + rain = spring. 
(It's my math, I can use it anyway I want.) 

We had thunder today. It's been raining nearly all day, dissolving the accumulated snow piles. There's also some sunshine peeking through the clouds. Spring is almost here. And, you know what that means. Right.

I have been staying up to the wee hours of the morning. I've been hearing more birds chirping in the mornings . . . but I really wish they'd set their alarms for some time after 5:30 a.m. That's usually when I'm ready to go to sleep. Bunnies are bounding. Yes, they are. We have several that bound back and forth across our yard, usually at night and in the early mornings. I have seen their tracks, and the prints of one very lonesome deer, in the snow covering the yard. The coyotes are still crooning by the river, very loudly. They usually start their concerts about 2:30 a.m. They started earlier today. If not for all the wildlife and the current writing projects I could have a normal sleeping/waking schedule.

I'm in the process of editing a nonfiction book at the moment. I have another to finish writing so I can edit that one. It will soon be time for a writer's getaway. The 'open for the season' dates at campgrounds and parks are approaching for that all-important, first-camping-trip-of-the-year journey. I still have to get the bike out and oil its chain. I still have to rip the old carpeting out of the van and get the new flooring put in. I have the camping gear all ready to go.

Go open a window. Smell that? That's spring on the horizon. It will soon be time to start pedaling for real. Now, close the window. This isn't the great outdoors, you know. Do you think heat grows on trees? It's only 37.