After going to bed around 1 am (last check of the creek was around 12:45 am & it looked like it had dropped an inch or so), we woke up to a phone call at 5 am from the Sheriff's office.
They told us we had flooding in our yard so we hopped out of bed, threw on some clothes (& boots) & headed outside. This was our back yard.
Front yard. There was more water in our yard than last night
We realized that Grandpa's yard would have more water also, because most of our flooding came from his yard.
Within 15 minutes, he had water into his garage. Bart May (sheriff) had about 6 sand bags left on his truck so he called another truck (Fitzwater's) & there were there within minutes. (Gotta love a small town & every one's willingness to help out--even at early, early hours).
Keith's work shop--it got a couple of inches of water in there too.
Before we could get the sandbags, water started seeping into the basement from the garage--and also from all of the other sides.
I know it is hard to see--but I am standing by Keith's motor home & there is flowing water everywhere.
Behind our garden fence--between Grandpa's & our house. The only vehicle access is across the creek.
This was a major (giant) ice jam & they worked on getting the ice broken up for about 1/2 hour.
Yesterday they were able to get about 2 feet (deep) of ice flowing downstream. This morning all the ice from the bottom of the creek had now floated to the top--causing more ice jams.
The backhoe across the creek was in the backyard of where the missionaries live--and they didn't hear anything!
Water coming around the "high" end of the sandbags (still Sunday morning around 5:30 am)
The corner of our workshop shed.
the driveway--before they broke up the ice jam