Spin Season Preview

Last month we had a week of nothing but rain -- the deluge variety, which soaked the ground and did nice things for our water table, I imagine. Living in lake country, we've gotten used to this. Everything here is almost always wet, like a swamp.

That said, we're not used to it raining so hard that our yard and roads out become flooded every day, and we lose the internet, which happened on one day in particular. It was like an early start to hurricane season.

The rain on that day actually filled up the big drainage easement in our back yard, and came close to drowning our trailer, as you see here. It doesn't make me nervous, but glad I prepped well and early for storm season. We can be cut off from civilization by flooding for weeks, even months, and we'll be able to live quite comfortably, using our supplies.

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Maria Zannini said…

That's a lot of water. We get deluges at most twice a year when the main roads out are impassable. Hope you dry out soon.

June 7, 2023 at 5:47 AM

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