This is our town park. In the distance is the river itself. You can't see the bottom of the trees. Only the roof of the pavilions are visible. All you can hear are the birds chattering in the tops of the trees.
The sun has come out hot and strong. Odors are getting more prevalent. At first it was an oil/gas smell. Now the raw sewage, dead fish and other things are mingling with the wetness.
My mom, sister and her friend were rescued by my sister's fiance. He finally made it through the obstacle course and took them back to their house. I just delivered my grandkids back home. It was their first experience walking a plank across the deluged ditch.
The scanner is non-stop with rescues and repairs. Reports of floating houses, cars and trees have come across the phone lines. A pizza shop exploded earlier and fires have sprung up in houses and other businesses. A man stranded on top of his tractor trailer has been rescued also. Several helicopters have gone overhead. I think they're army or national guard units.
Roving reporter, Bonnie (Bonniewrites) will be sharing her photos soon. She's gone north of the city, I'm south.
They're calling this the 100-year flood. I've seen videos on other floods that have happened in the last 100 years but I never expected to be in one. Thank God that He directed us to move to higher ground.
That's where He is...higher and higher and higher.