How high's the water, Papa?

How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Five feet high and risin'

Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high and risin'

Well, it's five feet high and risin'

Make that about 23 feet...and risin.


Yea, the girls are cute, but look beyond 'em...at the tree...and the beach. This was taken August 4.


This was taken this morning...same tree...same...uh...beach.


There are seven steps that lead down to the beach. Normally.


And the seawall is about...oh...I'd guess 6-7 feet tall. Normally. Now, it's maybe 4.


There goes all the wood Zig gathered up for a weenie roast this fall.

The river made the biggest jump yesterday...about 2 1/2 feet from yesterday morning til last night. It seems to have slowed down a little this morning. The neighbors on either side of us have a running bet involving a case of beer. Will the river come over the seawall? One says "Absolutely". The other says "No way."

I figure we shouldn't start gettin nervous until we see one of them gettin nervous...they've got a lot more experience with floodin than we do. Besides that, they're both waaaay closer to the seawall than we are.

On the other hand, our house isn't built up on a high foundation...like theirs is.

Meanwhile, we're mentally preparing to head to higher ground. And keepin our fingers crossed.