Unseasonably warm, 60ºs, sunny, nice walking weather & pleased to report the dog is footsore. We shove on.
Aviary construction proceeds at good rate. Spring cleaning, night drains by fire crews of hydrants to flush system when water abundant. Flush debris out of storm system. Good city maintenance practices.
Most of the citizen complaints involve issues of building atop ancient alluvial gravel bars—in the first place. That happens to be where floods happen. Twenty years ago this week, 1996. is easily recalled. I built a flood resistant house near the Touchet River by the Waitsburg Grange on Highway 12. From Buttercup Hill, to my south, to the Huntsville Road, north, about a half mile, under inches to feet of water. Flowing, no, rushing past six inches outside the wall outside my south windows, at knee height. Inside, over three days of constant pressure against tarps & bales against outside doors, I'd contained about 3/4 of an inch of mud, within 12 feet of each outside door. A single story garage & shop allowed me outdoor access to view. I had film, a camera, & dead batteries. Same damn thing happened when I was atop Lewis Peak & St Helen's exploded. Just as well. The experience itself was awesome beyond any photograph.