Looking for Floods

 We had a lot of rain and kept seeing flood warnings on our cell phones. John opted for half a walk, because he is recovering from a sinus infection and possibly the flu. I walked on to check Jonathan Creek and brought him a photo to show him how high it was. We have lived here four and a half years and have never seen it escape from its banks. It was nowhere near flood stage this time.

Jonathan Creek

While driving in Asheville, we saw the French Broad River flooding low areas. A few vehicles and houses were wading in the water, but most were above it. David posed at a riverside picnic area to show how high the river was there.

David with the flooded French Broad River

We drove on through some small towns and stopped for lunch in one of them. The cafe catered to locals and a few travelers. It was fun to hear the speech around us. The great granddaughter of the owner, dressed in a Cinderella costume, played among the tables. She climbed into the booth with a local woman she knew and sang Puff, the Magic Dragon. You don’t expect free entertainment at a cafe in the middle of the day.

We drove along the Pigeon River that runs through the gorge connecting North Carolina and Tennessee. The river was definitely out of its banks, judging by many trees standing in the muddy, rushing water. Because it was a rather humdrum flood, I failed to take a picture to share. It rained off and on all day, and after we came home, we saw the forecast for snow in a few hours. We were highly skeptical that it would happen, but our eyes slid to the window every once in a while just to check.