Even though the rain has slacked off, the wind continues to blow and the water continues to rise. Termite did something very senseless, and I got a little (read: VERY) upset with him. He was at a friend’s house and text me to please come pick both of them up about 8 miles up the road from our home at the gym, where his friend (17) thought he should leave his car on higher ground for safe-keeping.
As I traveled on that side road to go get him (them), the water was rushing from the bayou over the road, and all I could think about was people in vehicles getting washed away in flash floods. Even though I was in my pickup truck, I do not know how much water force it could withstand before being swept off its wheels, so to speak. I called Termite and kept him on speaker phone while I was inching my way through the rushing waters, at least six inches over the road and fussed at him the whole way. They had passed through there only half an hour before, and there was very little water on the road. And they were in a small Kia, which sits close to the road. They had no clue the water was closing in behind them as they went. Fortunately, we were able to come back via the main highway; and while parts of it were underwater, it was not as bad as the road on the western side of the bayou.
Termite’s friend came home with us, because his family told him to get his car to higher ground, because they were leaving. Huh? Say what? Sure, kid, you can stay at my house and ride out the storm . . . . you should have just brought my son home in your car and stayed here to begin with. BECAUSE, it is so unpredictable what the rising water does down here; but parts 5-8 miles up the road from here are worse off than we are way down here, where you would think our vehicles would already be underwater.
Here are some pics from our trip back home from 8 miles up La. Highway 315 only moments ago:
And the water is still rising . . . . .
while I am trying to just sit tight.
Hard to do.
So, what are YOU doing this Labor Day Weekend? Please tell me!