We are experiencing a historical circumstance here in Cedar Rapids: a flood, such as hasn't been seen in 500 years.
Iowa has gotten a lot of rain over the past few months. And after a wet, snowy winter, the rivers have gotten higher and higher. As they flow downstream, they have been flooding one town after another: Cedar Falls, Waterloo, and now Cedar Rapids.
In the picture above, you can see our city hall, which is on an island in the middle of the Cedar River. The bridges over the river, three of them, are completely submerged. Off to the left of the picture is the public library, which is on 1st street (facing the river), and which is also in the flood waters. It makes my stomach hurt to think of that--all those books I haven't read yet! There's a book on reserve for me; I can picture exactly where it is. It's hard to picture someplace you know and love--being inundated by muddy water.
Our house is high and dry. No water, even in our basement. I am glad of that at least.
There's not much we can do here now except wait for the water to fall; after that, maybe we can help somewhere.
In the picture above, you can see our city hall, which is on an island in the middle of the Cedar River. The bridges over the river, three of them, are completely submerged. Off to the left of the picture is the public library, which is on 1st street (facing the river), and which is also in the flood waters. It makes my stomach hurt to think of that--all those books I haven't read yet! There's a book on reserve for me; I can picture exactly where it is. It's hard to picture someplace you know and love--being inundated by muddy water.
Our house is high and dry. No water, even in our basement. I am glad of that at least.
There's not much we can do here now except wait for the water to fall; after that, maybe we can help somewhere.
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