It’s flood season in Grand Forks (and all of Red River Valley) which may be the only thing worse than January up here. But Grand Forks learned its lesson years ago. Grand Forks is now a town protected from the flood waters by walls all along the river. Yesterday when I went for a run I took my camera with me and caputred some of the rising water and the walls that protect us from it. Standing on top of the wall which would normally over look miles of river front running and walking trails, I saw this:
These trees give you a pretty good indication of how high the waters are but this might help too:
For those of you who have come to visit me and know what downtown looks like, this is what the entrance to the bridge to Minnesota looks like now. You can probably guess we’re taking a different route into East Grand Forks these days.
As the waters get higher (and they will) they keep adding metal slats. This is what it looks like just on the other side of this gate:
If you look a little closer you can see the marker for the big flood they had in 1997. We’ve still got a little bit of room…
As I was taking this picture, a cop was walking toward me with a somewhat grim look on his face. Don’t worry though, I’m about as law abiding as they come and I was just on the right side of this sign:
So I smiled, waved, and ran away. I did nothing wrong. At least I’m assuming so since he didn’t chase me.
So that’s the flood. So far the impact on me has been limited to a slightly wet basement floor and running trails that abruptly end in water. This biker was confused:
But don’t worry, I haven’t just been sitting around watching the water rise. February was an action packed month, mostly because I spend a couple weekends out of the state. Valentine’s weekend I headed to New Ulm for a brewery tour and a visit with Hermann the German. What says romance more than beer and a slave chieftain named Armnius the Cherusci (later re-named “Hermann” by Martin Luther) who turned against his masters and led a ragtag army to victory over three Roman legions, thereby saving Germania from conquest? Nothing.
The following weekend I headed back to Chicago for Elizabet’s long planned and awaited bachelorette party. After a delayed flight out (thank you once again Grand Forks International Airport) I made it to Chicago for a day at the spa, dinner at Fornello, and a very entertaining evening at the Kit Kat Club. As with any mass gathering of girls there were some hiccups but they were mainly logistical which is much more manageable than most other girl gathering hiccups (aka drama). Then my amazing friends stayed up with me and drove me to the airport at 4am so I could catch an early (very early) flight to Montgomery. A couple birthday suprises and another delayed flight later I was flying first class back to Grand Forks. By some small miracle I made it back to Grand Forks on time with the most major upset being that I wasn’t able to finish my Sandra Bullock comedy before we landed.
Since the end of February it’s been all work, all the time. I’ve moved to Chief of Military Justice which is great because my focus now is completely on prosecutions and handling disciplinary actions and discharges which are my favorite things but they make life hectic. People find new ways to get in trouble everyday and sometimes they just fall back on the same old ways such as drinking and driving. Keeping busy with work keeps me distracted and makes the time move faster. In about a month from now Kurt will be on his 6 month trip, Elizabeth will be married, and my cats may fear for my sanity. I’m just hoping work will keep the time moving at a nice clip then too.
Thanks as always for tuning in and here’s hoping we all stay dry this spring.