The Bridge Over The Creek (River) Wild

Almost four years ago, we moved into our beautiful home, which sits across a babbling creek.WP_20131212_015 Now, normally, it’s a placid, peaceful brook, but some of you may remember the various adventures involving this creek. Like the time it resembled a tsunami,

rose so high and moved so fast, even the UPS would not traverse it – let alone us. Watch the video here.

SO. We dreamed of a bridge. For four years. Saved up hard. For four years.Money

We hired a bridge builder – for $8,000 – and the bridge… WP_20150920_020our beautiful bridge… was set in its final place last evening.

Here is a video of its installation.

We make your own luck.

In this time leading up to Halloween, there is always a lot of talk about “luck”. Be it good or bad, luck is, I believe, what you make of it.

Rewind to Monday. The sky opened its black clouds and deposited a deluge upon the land like a sheet of frosted glass. Through the fog of dense rain, I witnessed our creek – which we have to traverse in order to gain access to the outside world, and is normally not visible from the window I stood behind – swelled to bursting, as its tempo accelerated to a dizzying allegro, and timpani drums thundered above.

When the storm passed, hubby and I ventured out to inspect the damage. WP_20141015_008[1]A few rocks – not small – had found their way into the center of the, by then, torrent of water, and basked in their newfound home at the exact spot we normally drive across.

How were we ever going to make it across without damaging the truck or the jeep? An extremely important appointment at Oklahoma VA loomed at 1pm on Tuesday, and we were both loath to miss it for the sake of a few boulders. That is even assuming we could get through the raging river that our creek then resembled.

Tuesday morning. The creek had diminished in volume, but still ran with the speed of lightning, and still contained said rocks.

Could we risk it? Even if the still-formidable tide didn’t carry our vehicle downstream, how would we traverse those boulders? We surely did not want to miss that appointment, and had to leave soon if we were to start the four-hour journey in time. Hubby had an idea.WP_20141015_001[1]

“We can try to drive around the rocks.” He rubbed his chin. “If we can, we will make it.”

Doubtful as I was, I agreed. Who knew when we might get another appointment in Oklahoma?

He edged the truck toward the obstacle and passed by the rocks to our left. So far so good. Then we had to turn. Almost there. The tires slipped and slid as their attempt to get a grip on the slate rock creek-bottom seemed set to fail.

“Come on, girl, you can do it!” He patted the truck’s dash. “Just a little more.”

I had no wish to see us washed away with the strong current, so I closed my eyes. When I opened them, the truck was climbing the other side, apparently no worse for wears.

“Woot woot, we did it! High five.” Hubby held up his hand, and I complied.

On the way to Oklahoma, the weather cleared. Miraculous! Oklahoma State sign I40But as we reached the state line, we noticed the condition of the roads deteriorate in dramatic fashion. Might as well have been riding a horse-drawn carriage, for all the comfort I received from that freeway.WP_20141014_049[1]

However, we did make the appointment. You might say “luck”, but if we had not taken the chance to navigate the creek and it’s new boulders, we would never have managed it.WP_20141014_052[1]

We even managed to park close to the hospital entrance. “Luck” again? No.

Almost at our destination, the TomTom took us on an excursion, and followed the “detour” path. Clever of her, wasn’t it? Well, yes. Because, if she had taken the usual route, we would not have been able to slot right into a very recently vacated parking space – we saw the previous occupant leave – since we would have driven past a still full spot.

All I shall tell you, my reader, about the very important appointment is that it went well, and we left it suitably informed, and with even more respect and faith in the hospital concerned. Suffice to say, we shall be allowing then to continue with hubby’s care in this matter.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed to see this sign after our long day.Arkansas State sign I40

So, do you think we make our own luck?

I would love to hear your thoughts about it.


Party Across The Creek, a success story :)

Velda our first guestA good day was had by all, at the party across the creek to celebrate my first July 4th as an American Citizen..Guests having fun

Thank you to all who attended and helped make my first July 4th as a citizen a VERY special day!

Velda was our first guest to arrive. She brought her lovely husband, Don, and some delicious zucchini and blueberry cake! I was skeptical, since I am not fond of zucchini, but this cake has to be tried! YUM! Thank you also to Julie for the wonderful Traffic Jam, preserve. A very kind thought and I can assure you it shall be devoured! 😀

Special thanks to my wonderful husband, Huey White, who did such a fabulous job cooking, and to Robin for all your help. We could not have done this without you 🙂

The Impassable Creek And The Missed Party

I had every intention of going to the Writer’s group Christmas party and made preparations last night to this end. I wrapped my ‘Secret Santa’ book. My food (kindly cooked by my husband… his contribution since he was not attending) all ready in a glass dish covered in foil. I picked out my clothes for today, placing them on the end of the bed, and set the alarm for 8.30 am so that I would get up in plenty of time to get ready at a leisurely pace.

In bed by midnight last night, preparations complete, I heard and saw the storm raging outside. Thunder of Thor and lightning of Zeus, accompanied by a deluge akin to the biblical floods pestered me mercilessly. It took a while to reach that sublime stupor we humans call sleep, but along it came in fits and starts, punctuated by episodes of bang and flash at regular intervals.

I could tell that the rain was not letting up anytime soon, and the concern about the promised freezing temperatures weighed heavily upon my mind. If that rain froze, I would not get out of my front door in the morning without skating around on the sun-starved front step, let alone cross the creek.

This morning, I obeyed the alarm clock without question. Thankfully, the freeze never reached us. But, the creek… the creek was UP and running FAST. We could see it from the dining room window, but Hubby went down with the Jeep to check it at closer range. Returning, he told me his thoughts on the matter.

“We might make it across…but it’s very risky. I got about a third of the way across, just before the dip…and could feel the creek under the jeep’s floor. It’s haulin’ ass.”

I would have hated to see our jeep floating downstream…and with us inside. So, I called my neighbour, whom I was to travel with to the party, to tell her my woeful news. I would have to pass on the party. She was to pick me up on the other side of our creek…except I could not get to the other side of the rain-filled and torrential creek, which was doing a good impression of a total impasse.

Our creek isn’t often impassable, but when it is, it’s usually when we have plans.’

So, here I am…disappointed, placing the bean casserole into the fridge, the book back upon the shelf (still in its wrapping paper currently) and the party-clothes back into the closet…

I do hope everyone that does make it enjoys themselves and makes it there and back in complete safety. Maybe next year I shall be able to join you all…

Have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.

And a Happy (if wet) Winter Solstice!