Amanda Hopper Writes

A writer's tale of living and working in the country.

Riverfront Property

Oldest stared out the bedroom window. “Who wants to go whitewater rafting in the front yard?”

Let’s add that statement to the things-I-never-wanted-to-hear list shall we?

And why does the first glimpse of every horrifying event happen at my bedroom window anyway?

First wildfires then torrents of flood waters.

At the back of our eleven acre property runs a wet-weather creek. The banks of that creek are over thirty feet deep.

Until recently.

The creek rushed a mere five acres from our basement. And when I say rushed? I mean the roar was reminiscent of a waterfall at Yellowstone National Park.

Not good.

Thankfully we only lost a bit of the driveway before the flood gates closed and the sun reemerged. Now we’re just trying to dry out a bit before the next wave of rain hits.



This is the view of the back pasture from our back porch. Apparently, 7 inches of rain in an hour and a half is too much …



  1. Joe Firebaugh

    June 8, 2015 at 10:33 AM

    I’m sad that some of the best pictures (allegedly) were taken with a camera that was missing it’s memory card… LOL.

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