We live 8 blocks uphill from the Manatawny River. Normally, I complain about the 8 blocks I have to bike uphill after visiting High Street, the main street through town. Yesterday, I had nothing but kind words for that hill.
Our basement took on a little water. I don’t know how much because it all went straight into the drains (the floor is sloped to aid the runoff).
My garden survived the high winds. No butternut squashes were lost unless you count the one that Dan accidentally mowed over the morning before the storm.
A few branches broke off the old oak tree, but that is a perk if you are talking to Jake. Oh how he loves to chew on sticks.
Though the river did not make it across the Manatawny Street into people’s houses, it did flood the Memorial Park.
