These Things Happen
The news on Wednesday and Thursday predicted a large winter storm to rampage through the valley. Now here in the Willamette Valley, we might not know much about snow, but we do know a good deal about rain and wind. Imagine several wet, soppy days in a row. The ground is saturated. Along comes a cold front, pushing a wall in front of it. This was a wall of high winds and heavy rains. We battened down the hatches and prepared for a howling night.
We weren’t disappointed. We had just taken the delicious corn bread out of the piping hot woodstove, when the power went out. No problem, we thought. We stoked up the fire and lit some candles. Romantic. Just then the high water alarm went of on the water level sensor in the basement. The sump pump had been working all day to combat the rain, and with the power out, the water level in the basement was increasing. Nate went down and reset the sensor level to one foot. No problem. We ate our soup and cornbread, then read by candlelight. At milking time, the wind was ripping through the tall Port Orford Cedars in the backyard. As we found out, a large branch had already been whisked off and deposited in the north yard.
Channa on 12.17.06 @ 10:52 AM PST [more...]