Sadly my mom moved into this house two weeks before the flood |
Now we know it's called River Street for a reason |
Another house on River Street in Wallingford |
Our local fire house managed to escape major flooding |
Debris sits atop the trestle bridge next to the local fire house |
The trestle bridge next to our local fire house acted like a dam at times |
Debris sits in the parking lot of our local fire house |
Looking towards River Street and Creek Road in Wallingford |
Wallingford Rescue the day after Hurricane Irene paid a visit |
One of Wallingford's few factories surrounded by water near River Street |
River Street in Wallingford near the True Temper parking lot |
Wallingford Rescue building in the early morning hours after the deluge |
River Street and Creek Road converge in Wallingford |
Wallingford Town garage view from the backside |
My darling little thrift shop went from this... |
...to this...after 4 feet of water inside my shop left sand everywhere |
The force of the water ripped the back wall off my shop |
My cute little thrift shop went from this... |
...and this... |
...to this muddy mess... |
...and this soggy, disheveled heap |
A piece of my neighbor's fence and my shop's back wall |
The debris dam at the bridge next to my little shop |
Veggies from a local grower upstream sit in the debris dam |
Mill River used Rte 103 as a river bed and flowed through town |
This from a stream that normally trickles down our mountain |
The only way home the day after was on foot or 4 wheeler |
Looking up Centerville Road just before the old log cabin |
We had to hike a mile to get home |
Looking down Centerville Road at the old log cabin built by my mom |
Sugar Hill Road looking down from the top of the hill |
Sugar Hill Road going up around the bend |
Sugar Hill Road just above Seward's barn |
Peeking through the front door and out the back wall of my shop |
There will be no parking here for awhile |
Shop items drying out on our new sandy beach |
Debris built up around the river bank in my yard |
We now have a sandy beach in our back yard at the shop |
The hostas and chives survived...barely |
Everything was laid to rest in this huge dumpster |
Had to gut the shop down to the outer walls |
Now we're just an empty shell...in so many ways |
A year later remnants of Irene can still be seen around Vermont |
Some people lost entire homes |
Sometimes all we can do is move on but we're stronger for it... |
...even the fragile can survive nature's mightiest blow |
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