This Ain't Oz

Flood

Okay--I'm not going to go into any cliche sayings like "when it rains, it pours," but this shit is ridiculous. We don't have a rain-meter or anything at our house (I don't know what a rain-meter is officially called, but whatever), but as you can tell from the picture, sometimes an exact measurement just doesn't matter.
Trying to drive to work this morning after a not-so-lovely weekend of storms, I was a bit shocked to learn that I was going to have to take a detour. I realized we had had quite a bit of precipitation, but nothing to the extent that would swallow my Honda.
The area pictured is at the end of our road, which joins onto one of the main roads through the back part of the little town in which we live. When they label something "flood plain" in Kansas, you sure as hell better pay attention.
After I tried a couple of different routes to get out to the main road, I found success. And, though I was already a little late for work, I couldn't resist snapping a couple of pictures.
I suggested to the Hub that he and I go snorkeling after work, but no dice. Something about that 25-pound alligator snapping turtle that we found cruising across the yard a week or so ago helped change my mind--not to mention the fact that I now test water samples for a living, and I unfortunately know the kinds of things (besides snapping turtles) that we would inevitably encounter.
Oh, well. {sigh}