One of our neighbors decided to kayak the river for a little added excitement. He said it wasn't the high water that put him off of the adventure at the height of the flood, but the debris that would be floating down with him.
Regardless, when he did go he found two of the cabins about a quarter mile downstream from our house had suffered serious damage. Of course, this meant we had to go look.
I didn't even make it into the house before I was suited up in big boots and handed flashlights for our walk. The girls rode in the wagon. Lilly immediately took her shoes off (and would later throw a sock into the darkness (a blue sock no less)) and Clara wore the headlamp and directed the flashlight.
When we arrived at the cabins we were shocked. It looks like about seven feet of bank had been washed away and another two feet severely undercut. Amy and I took turns going to the edge to peer into the muddy water and at what was left of the house.
Neither house had a wall facing the river. Pipes stuck out into the current. Inside chairs were still seated around the table as though nothing had happened.
Freaky.
I still want to go see our old house to find out how it fared...
