a section of the earthen embankment
nearest Main Street collapsed early in the
flood and the water rushing in turned the
lot into a pond and destroyed all that was
parked there. I’m quite sure that my little
Civic with us inside was the last vehicle to
safely exit that lot. Video Link of FLOOD in
Progress:
We had to work our way around and
dead-ended into high water at places,
but we made it through and stopped at a
station for gas, as I foresaw a delayed trip
back to the hotel and I had only a quarter
of a tank onboard. When I got out to fill the
tank, I saw that the thin plastic hubcaps
were still attached to the wheels, but only
by two of the four tines holding the caps
on each wheel. They were bowed out on
opposite sides of each wheel at about a
30° angle. My sons helped me kick them
all back into place and we headed slowly
out into traffic toward the Interstate, most
of the way locked in a traffic jam back to
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Brooklyn Heights, just south of Baltimore,
where we were staying. The trip that normally
takes no more than 25 minutes ended up a
2 ½ hour slog that easily averaged no more
than 10 miles per hour.
We had our special plans for that night
which had included a seafood feast at the
inner harbor, a few drinks, music and maybe
a movie; plans we were unlikely to follow with
all that had happened and the questionable
weather conditions. We pulled into the hotel
lot and found even that tiny refuge flooded
with water still rising, but I found a spot high
on the hill behind which I felt gave us a sure
margin of safety. We missed our great time
in the city and had a more subdued evening
than we had planned or wanted and sat in our
suite, with drink in hand, watching an Indiana
Jones marathon. What we didn’t miss, at least
on this Father/Son Weekend, was a fantastic,
but TRUE, story that we’ll share for the rest of
our lives.
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