I just came from the other side of our block and this is what I spent the morning doing. Filling and moving sandbags. But its harder now. Fatigue is setting in much quicker for those who have been at it hours on end.
And yet the amazing stories continue to roll in. We had a huge thunderstorm last night and set a record for amount of rain in one day for the month of March. Through the rain and the storm, nobody stopped. Nobody asked to quit.
And thankfully the volunteers keep arriving. They are coming by truck, bus, car, and van. I saw a man on oxygen, sitting on a bucket, separating bags. And then there was the elderly Ibuprofen lady. She came around with 3 Ibuprofen and bottled water and she was one busy woman. She may very well have been an angel in the midst of the chaos, but its hard to tell because I am convinced there are many.
In the photo above is the coulee that was empty on Sunday and this is as of early today.
In the photo below, the river is just behind the trees although I see it spilling out over the road already. I couldn't get back there, but you can tell its coming.
In the photo above you can see the slanted roofed house which is the one my in-laws built in the 90's. During the flood of '97 they said the water came up almost to the house but they remained dry and thankful. They sold the house in 2000 and another new family just moved in.