Just up the street from my parents. These poor bastards not only have to contend with two large drain pipes in their ditch, but the golf course pumps their water out onto these lawns. No lie, one of these people was riding in their yard on a jet ski.
Same yard. That vortex is about 18 inches across. It was very cool.
Mowing is cancelled! Yay! Nachos for all!
Final pic of the jet ski yard.
The Clio library. I used to sled there. But it was way better to go to Frankenmuth.
The Clio Park. The water was like a torrent coming out from under the bridge. Very cool stuff.
Further down the park.
Same location, different angle. And what the hell is that black stuff?!?
More of the park.
A long shot of the park.
Yes. That is a picnic table.
Mile marker under water. I just kinda thought it was funny.
Bridges under troubled waters. I like that fog in the background.
A closer shot of one of the footbridges.
Same place, different angle.
That's a handrail coming in from the left. And if you look closely you can see some of the picnic tables have started to flow away from the pavillion.
The rest of the park. People have begun to show up at the top of the hill on the right. Everyone is pointing fingers and just looking shocked.
A kid playing in the water. I liked the reflections of the tailights.
So that was only the beginning. I headed back to my apartment around 9:00 PM. When I got there not only could I not drive into my parking lot due to flooding, I couldn't even drive down my street. Improvising, I parked in another lot nearby where I was met by my downstairs neighbors. They inform me that the buildings across the lot from us (maybe 60 feet) are under three feet of water and the water is now six inches from our foundation. Shit. Well. I'm cool since I'm on the top floor. So I go out, grab myself a couple beers and bring them back so I can finish reading my new Stephen King book. I get back and my neighbors are now freaking out about their belongings. Being a decent sort of chap, I offered to store their electronics and such in my spare bedroom. By the time we get this done and say our goodbyes it's just after 11:00. More than ready to begin my evening's relaxation I sit down to open my book. Just as I crack a cold one there's a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Jon? It's Jenny (from downstairs)."
"What's up?"
"They're cutting the power and gas to the building. We have to leave. The Red Cross is here. Get with them about shelter."
Son of a bitch! I get dressed and go downatirs and sure enough Jenny's carpet is getting soaked from the bottom up. After helping move a few extras items up to my place I decide, let the Red Cross deal with people who really have no where to stay. I drive back to Clio and crash with the 'rents. Since my complex isn't listed with Information or the phone book I have to drive over there tonight and see if we got the predicted 2-3 feet and when exactly I can move back in. Sigh. Oh well. I coulda been on the first floor, dig?