The second half of my summer has been incredibly full, but I couldn't let the recent events in the northeast go by undocumented, so I will forgo telling you about my summer activities until later.
A week ago today, we were being pummelled by Tropical Storm Irene. I spent last Sunday worrying about my nephew who decided to weather out the storm in Manhattan; ironically, he didn't even loose power. While the MacGyver family of Upstate New York came through the storm relatively unscathed, there were areas near us that were just annihilated and parts of our county were without power until yesterday.
My husband shot this footage of the bridge in our town swamped by water from the flooding river.
In the video, you can see a red garage being torn apart by the water. After this video was shot, the garage and the two trees standing behind it were sucked under the bridge and carried away by the river. Where do whole trees go when they are swept away by a raging river? My husband, who witnessed the demise of the trees and garage said that the most remarkable thing was that there was no sound; they were just sucked into the vortex of the water.
Here are some still photos of the area after the waters receded.
This is where the trees and red garage once stood.
The violence of the flood water tore this rock retaining wall away.
On the other side of the bridge, the water washed away the ground upon which this historic old mill was standing.
Here is a video filmed by someone on the other side of the bridge.
The back end of the mill collapsed into the sink hole.
You could see right inside the windows. Someone left a clipboard on the desk. You could almost read the titles on the bookshelf above the desk.
That is it for today. I may have some more photos to add to this tomorrow.
