A Mighty River

First off... HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

Today, Keith drove us up to Elwood, a little town in Doniphan County, up in the far northeast corner of Kansas.  This little town flooded badly in 1993, and is set to do it again this year, I'm afraid. 

It really brought home to me what Keith has been doing these last few weeks, and how countless others are preparing for the contingencies.

We took pictures.

On the way up, I took a picture of this beautiful limestone house in Lowemont, in Leavenworth County. This house has a fascinating history. A man owned the ferry and outfitters at the river in Leavenworth.  He would sell goods to settlers coming through, and when they got across the county at Lowemont and were moving uphill, they needed to lighten their loads.  He would take back goods at this location, and then re-sell them at the river.  The building still stands and is actually lived in. 

Then we stopped at Atchison briefly, to eat lunch... but the restaurant we wanted to eat at was closed for the holiday.  It is right at the riverbank, so that could be the other reason!

Here is the view from Atchison's beautiful Riverfront park.  Here is what is behind my back:

As you see, everyone was coming past the police barricades to see the river.  That is the restaurant behind us where we would like to have eaten. 

Then we got back in the car and went up to Elwood.

Here is the command center:

It is the fire department. As you can see, the parking lot was full of cars from the Sheriff's office, the Highway Patrol, the Northeast Kansas Incident Management Team Trailer, (a self-contained office where disasters can be managed from), private vehicles, and Army humvees.  The National Guard is providing 36 soldiers who are not only providing security for the businesses (there is a very large business park in this small town) but also for the residents who have already evacuated.  They are also patrolling the saturated levee 24 hours a day.

Here are sandbags at Rosecrans Airfield.  This is the airfield for St. Joseph, Missouri, which is just across the swollen river, and for the Air National Guard.

I have to tell you, I have never seen sandbags close up, and there were blocks and blocks and blocks of them.  All the planes have been moved from the airfield, which is right next to Elwood. Just past the field behind these sandbags was the levee... it also has thousands of sandbags on top of it, put there by civilian volunteers under direction of the authorities.  We could not get close enough to get a picture of them, but I could see them.

In tiny little Elwood itself, people were cutting grass and cooking out for the holiday, but Keith said almost everyone has moved their belongings out, and are "camping out" in their homes, ready to flee at any time. Think what that does to you!

This corn is growing in the city limits of Elwood, and will be lost if it floods.  All the corn in the counties up there looks great.  These are the glacial hills of Kansas, and for those of you who think Kansas is flat.... whew.... it is some of the most beautiful terrain.

Here is a picture we took (KEITH took, I could not stand on the edge of the precipice) from the bluff at Benedictine College.  More about that tomorrow, but here is one of the pictures showing the river down below in it's channel, and the flooded farmland to the east.

Double-click to make the picture bigger to see the river.

And I leave you for tonight with a picture of the sign at the Brickhouse Restaurant in Elwood, at the foot of the Highway 36 bridge, which so far is still open to St. Joe:

Read the sign

When the river gets that high, they'll be outa there

Our neighbors Troy and Kathy have the family over, and we are going to sit on the deck at dusk and watch their fireworks to end our Fourth of July long weekend.  We hope all of you had a peaceful, happy time with your families and friends. 

A Roaring River

I ran to the post this morning to get a few groceries, and to take pictures of the Missouri River, which is going to be at flood stage later this week after they open the floodgates further up in South Dakota. 

Here is is from Riverfront Park in Leavenworth, which was originally a ferry landing.

It is very, very full, and moving very fast.

I would not like to venture out on it right now.

That's the view north, or upstream.

When we lived in Leavenworth, we lived one block over from the riverfront, which was on a high bank where we were.  There was a row of houses on our alley that faced the river, and we were the next houses.  We always took Oscar daily up to Esplanade, 

and Nicky the cat followed us.  There we would sit on a bench and watch the Missouri roll by at the bottom of the hill.  Hidden by a fold in the hill were railroad tracks.  Since I had grown up within the sound of the railyards in KCK, I loved to hear the trains coming day and night.  Once Oscar broke loose and disappeared down the hill and gave us a heart attack... he was very naughty, and would not come when called.  Thank heavens he reappeared and followed us home with Nick.  

 In the meantime, Keith was home working on these:

This gives you some idea of the layout.  The deep bed from last year is on the left. The foreground is the potato bed.... the arbor in the middle, with hyacinth bean growing at it's foot again... and on the other side, the two mirror beds.  As you can see, the inside bed, which will be for bramble fruit... stretches all the way to the compost bins. The yard-side bed will be another perennial/annual bed.  Yes, we have our work cut out for us.  To make it worse, there is a new iris bed under the maple tree at the north end of the garden.  There is now, as of this evening, a mirror bed across from it. 

I sprayed the Ozine in the big henhouse this afternoon, and then spread a bale of pine shavings on the floor instead of straw.  Fifteen minutes later, I remembered why I didn't use pine shavings for bedding... the smell was overwhelming.  I'm hoping it will dissipate over the next few days.  I am putting the feed up in the cans at night (the feeders, rather) so the mice are still mighty disappointed, and going to be mighty dead, as I have spread packets of poison. 

We finally knocked off at 6:30, worn out from the high heat and humidity, showered, and ran down the road to the new diner outside Tongie.  It was so nice to sit and be served dinner instead of cooking quickly and running back out to work some more.  So what did we do?  Came home, I did the watering, and Keith went back out and finished a bed!  Now he is going down to Sonic to get us some treats for our hard day's pay! 

As I went out to lock up the bantams (always the last to go to bed) I took Gertie, because she rarely gets to go in the henyard.  I had already closed the gate to the pasture.  There, where I had just been 20 minutes before, hung in the air the smell of a skunk.  Gertie began to bark wildly and I said a quick prayer that the polecat wasn't still there under the weeds. 

As we came out, I could smell it just as strongly in the yard.  I called out to Keith, and he turned around and said "I smell skunk!".  Gertie ran for the north fence barking, so we think it went that-a-way, away from a succulent chicken dinner!