A round-trip drive from our happy new home on the Gunpowder river to Jack's school to Cole's school and then back home again requires crossing either the Gunpowder or one of its major tributaries a total of eight times. September has been an incredibly rainy month, and today featured prolonged heavy downpours falling onto an already completely soaked landscape. The rain had nowhere to go and so roads quickly flooded. We were fended off of several routes home by police cars parked across the intersection, telling us to go another way. The one east-west route remaining open was simply jammed with vehicles who, like the rain, had nowhere else to go. A long story but it ended up being four hours in the saddle for me, almost two hours for the guys. This signpost for route 1 a beacon of hope -- we'd almost made it to a road that could take us to another road that could take us home. Eventually.
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