It happened that a dear friend of ours had invited us to her son's wedding. It was the 27th of August which worked out perfectly for me. I got home from my wonderful vacation to Scituate on Thursday, washed my clothes and did housework on Friday, then Saturday we headed over to the White Mountains of New Hampshire for the wedding. Originally we had thought to have a weekend getaway by going over to the coast after the wedding, then taking a leisurely trip home on Sunday. Annie was staying at the house for us to watch over all the critters so we weren't going to be in a hurry to go home.
However, Hurricane Irene changed all that.
|Ty and Alyssa|
Jeff decided that if the wind was going to come up the Connecticut valley that it made more sense for us to drive over to the middle of the state before we headed south. If we went through the mountains he figured the winds would be less.
We didn't factor in Torrential Rains.
As we got closer to home the accumulation of water was becoming scarier and scarier. There were one or two instances of hydroplaning which were slightly unnerving. The rivers were absolutely raging--even the brooks were wild. Still, we just kept on driving as it only seemed to us like a fierce rainstorm. We arrived home safely at about 12:30.
|The raging Poultney River|
Now I'm watching Vermonters digging out, cleaning, coping and making me proud to be a resident of this valiant state.