“AREN’T YOU GLAD it isn’t snow?” my husband asks as I review his summary of rain gauge totals from our backyard in southern Faribault:
- 2.7 inches from 6 p.m. Sept. 22 to 8 a.m. Sept. 23
- 1.6 inches from 8 a.m. – 6 p.m. Sept. 23
- Plus whatever rain fell before 6 p.m. Sept. 22, an estimated 1 – 1 ½ inches
We are swimming in water here and the rain continues to fall.
Earlier this evening we toured the town—yes, we were gawkers—and found swollen rivers and closed roads. Four-lane Second Avenue N.W., as it crosses the Cannon River, was flooded with four inches of water and down to two lanes when Randy drove across the bridge around 6 p.m. A half hour later, officials had closed the street.
Near the blocked road and behind the former Faribo Woolen Mill, we met a homeowner in hip waders waiting for the city to deliver sandbags to his riverside home. His property hadn’t flooded yet, but he was worried. He’s lived there since 1985 and never seen the river so high, he says.
Nor have we. Randy has lived here for 32 years. I’ve been here for 28.
Standing atop a bridge on the north end of Faribault, I snapped images of the rushing Straight River. Even from the safety of the road, I felt unsettled, watching as the muddy waters churned and roiled and rushed away, edging away from the constraints of the rain-logged banks.
The rain is expected to continue into Friday.
Most of these photos were taken through the windows of a car in fading daylight.
© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling