Yesterday evening during and after three flash flood warning calls from Rachael Plath, two brain wrenching emergency warning sirens from both of our cell phones and the near constant Manitou ‘Move To Higher Ground’ man voice and flood siren, torrential rains fell.
A hurricane must have made landfall somewhere in the near vicinity because in my life as a Colorado Springs native, I Do Not Believe I’ve ever seen as much and as hard and as dramatic sideways rain as I saw yesterday. Had it been snow, it would have been a white out blizzard.
Our new gutters spouted water out of their overflowing ends from the 20 foot high roofline, causing the boys to glory in the: “Look Mom, Waterfalls!!!”…while I mentally proclaimed, water is supposed to go DOWN through the downspouts…not OVER and OUT the ends of the gutters.
We gaped in awe as the dry gully below us became a dangerously rushing Class 5 that carried with it an entire tree trunk.
And, thank you very much, in true Mom fashion, I used that as a teaching moment: “DO NOT EVER go in a dry ravine Before, During or After rain. YOU might get TAKEN OUT by a Huge Tree Trunk like that. LOOK IN MY EYES: DID YOU HEAR ME????” Aaah, yes, another one of my prime mom moments.
Just north of the house, the parking area rapidly filled with three to four inches of water. Problem: If the water continued to make its way around and behind the barrier logs and flow toward the house, the basement would likely be the recipient of that Garden of the Gods colored water.
As I began donning my rain gear, I saw The Animal Whisperer had beat me to it. He was in full on water control mode, complete with ski pants, rain slicker and pick ax, tromping out to greet Noah and the Ark.
By the time I gathered tools and shouted at the children to PUT ON YOUR RAIN BOOTS! The Animal Whisperer had already drained at least half of the parking area with a series of rapidly dug miniature trenches AWAY from the house.
It became a whole family affair with the boys, The Animal Whisperer and me all on some sort of tool, eventually moving from the north swamp to the barn. Thank Goodness The Barn Has A NEW Roof!!! The animals were safe and semi-dry inside, but another lake had begun forming in the flats around the southwest corner of the barn. Quick ditch digging began again, culminating with a group effort of laying one of those long, black, snakey drainage pipes from the downspout all the way out to the south 40. There Ain’t No Rain Gonna Settle There No More. Hmmmf.
And, so there. We saved the basement from becoming a swimming pool, and we completed a barn drainage project that has needed to be done for some time. And, when, may I ask is a better time to do it than in the crux of a crisis?
Man we work fast.
– The Goat Cheese Lady