We had very heavy rain last night. I’m guessing 3 or 4 inches worth. It rained so hard that the sound of it woke me up, and we live in a downstairs unit.
I was just down town. The waters are getting awfully high.
If I had to choose a new name for Clinton, I’d call this place Confluence. Because Clinton is where 3 rivers come together: the Spruce Run, the South Branch of the Raritan, and the Beaver Brook. Granted, none of them are mighty rivers. And the Beaver Brook is a brook, though it’s one that is nearly as deep as it is wide. And right now they are all topping full. The South Branch carries all the water away from town. Right now it’s about 2 feet below flood stage. And the weather forecast is for more rain.
Ruh roh. I fear for all my pretty bridges downstream. Well, a little. They’ve dealt with this a million times before.
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