Amish, A Trip in the Rain

Last week was my regularly scheduled day to visit the local Amish community to buy fresh milk; however, there was a storm blowing in.  It had been raining for weeks, the ground was saturated, the weather report warned the storm would stall over our area, so everybody should stay home.  There is no way to reach my Amish friends to cancel our meeting other than writing a letter and it was too late for that.  If I am held up, they hitch their horse to the buggy, drive to the closest store and buy ice to cool down the milk.  Because it is extra work for them, I am never late nor miss my appointments.  I will be there as promised - Good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise.

As I was driving, emergency warnings were beeping on my cell phone announcing road closures.  The flood waters were rising.

Even without a radio, the Amish folk realized staying inside was best but the horses were different.  This herd seemed to be captivated by the rushing water.

These drenched horses wouldn't turn around and walk through the wide-open barn door beside them.

This one decided to be naughty just like our horses.  He was taking advantage of the opportunity that his owner was not close by, smashed the fence and dined on the tender green grass on the other side.  Shame on him!

I was able to buy the milk (in the pouring rain) then began my long journey home.  The creeks started to overflow so the county road crews began closing the sidestreets.

Some roads were completely impassible so it was necessary for me to turn around.

By the time I arrived close to home, the flooding had become worse. I know this area well. The pavement only dips a few inches so I drove on through.

Next, I passed the area where water runs uphill in my neighborhood.  When I left in the morning, this is how the water looked in the creek running under the bridge.  It sits over the anti-gravity step-up vortex hidden deep underground.

A few hours later, it looked like this.  Even though it was flooded, the water continued to run uphill.

Uphill

Downhill

I turned around but all the other side roads were flooded.  Only people with trucks were able to pass. There are reasons people in the country love their pickup trucks - this is one of them.

I drove miles out of the way to the main highway and circled around to the other end of my road.  It felt good to finally see my mailbox.  Forget trying to get the mail.  I was just glad to be home.

"Welcome home Mom!" said a mud-covered Scooter.  "Isn't this weather adventuresome?  Every mud puddle needs to be splashed and explored.  Haven't you heard, mud facials get rid of wrinkles?  You might want to give it a try."

"Methinks I see a puddle I missed."

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No one believes me but this is proof water does run uphill.
Water Runs Uphill in my Neighborhood

Amish, Buying Fresh Milk