We are among the lucky ones from Irene, as is the barn and its residents. The barn got pounded but everything held, including the sandbags that (for the first time ever) meant that NO water came into the low end of the barn from rain. The damage amounted to replacing bedding.
The city in which I live came as close to a truly catastrophic flood as we have since 1948. The river rose to major flood stage and a dam threatened to give way on a "creek" that became a torrent. But the worst flooding was in stretches of houses that get flooded every other spring, where the owners knowingly trade that risk for a spot on the river. Many boats tore loose from marinas along the Mohawk and lower Hudson rivers and went over the federal dam though. The lucky owners were those whose boats came loose south of the dam and were picked up by tugboats out securing just about everything.
In the midst of this, I had a pet sitting job that was smack in the middle of the flood zone if both the dam broke and the river rose higher. The pets would have been OK on floors well above the flood level because of the high basement. But it was the first time I had to think about kayaking to a job. Happily that never happened.
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