Continuing my – oh lor’ I don’t know what to call it! Probably “a YA historical Western written in diary form” would be most accurate. The last bit was here and the Skidmore family were facing some horrible weather.
Feb 11th Wednesday
Looks like the storm blew out over night. Everything’s washed clean, even the hog pen, but the cows and ponies look sad and battered, poor things. The best of the saddle horses and the milk cows were in shelter, so they were luckier than the O’Connels.
The Aransa river rose high and backed up the creeks. There’s water everywhere this morning, though I suspect it’ll drain fast enough. But last night it rose far enough to undermine the bank and more water flooded across the O’Connels yard. The corner of their house got washed out and this morning the whole thing is leaning. It would have fallen right over if it wasn’t for their chimney. That’s solid river stone so at least they don’t have to build that again if they decide to build in the same place.
Pa says that’s the worst flood he’s seen since he’s been here so they might think it’s worth it. I wouldn’t because the rivers a different shape there now. Who knows what it’ll do next big storm?