Rain hasn’t stopped. Debris (and by that I mean “a 60′ tree accompanied by the entire forest from which it came”) is really flying down the river now. Katherine Jane has been taking her fair share of thumps from the stuff. We’ve got a log out in front of us to offer some protection, but it’s being tossed around too. In fact, we had to move the boat back a few feet so that it would quit banging into her stem.
The hydraulics around the dock are quite impressive. The log usually just floats on the surface there, nice and quiet, but now it is being violently submerged, then bursting up & out of the water with equal enthusiasm. Fascinating, if slightly disturbing. Inside the boat at the bow, the waves sound as though we are cutting through high seas. I’m on duty for the next several days as the sole crew member on the ship. I don’t imagine I’ll sleep terribly well tonight. Unusual noises + my vivid imagination = dramatic, if unlikely, outcomes.
At least I know we won’t drift out to sea; KJ would get pinned to the railroad bridge before that happened. Whew! What relief!
(Unless, of course, she broke apart into a gazillion pieces, smashed by the sheer driving force of the swollen river, and was swept under the railroad bridge…)