How much did it rain, you ask

Today social media is just abuzz (a-twitter?) with yesterday's denouement of the two odd week, outdoor play.  With very few credits, I have picked off several pictures to re-post.

A friend of a friend of a friend posted this.  It's watermarked; probably from a whole collection of good stuff.

With this picture the valley scenic railroad cancelled today's schedule and hopes to have the tracks repaired for tomorrow. We are sorry to inform you that we have to cancel train service for tomorrow - July 11th, 2013 due to flooding.We are hopeful that services will resume on Friday, July 12th.

Greenberry farm, a working farm in the park.  A shame, a day's lost revenue and a lot of repair work on hand.

Downtown Akron, the amphitheater at Lock Three, and captioned Dock Three.  Lock Three was a lock on the Erie Canal and it is part of the Towpath Trail system that now runs almost contiguously from Cuyahoga into Tuscaroras Coounty, more than one hundred miles. 

Water continues to run downhill everywhere it can.  On the way to the library this morning I asked Hamilton and Laura if they wanted a good look at the river.  Of course they did.

My puny picture does the monster little justice.  Most days it is a reasonable river, moving along smoothly, its high rock walls visible.

Hamilton had seen enough; Laura was mesmerized by its roar. The Peninsula Garden Club maintains the flower boxes on the bridge.  There is a box about every other segment.  Groups of women take it in weekly turns, and they're often seen with their gallon jugs of water, working their way along the sidewalks.  The ironwork is very '30's, and was specially cast for the bridge.  When the bridge needed replaced fifty years ago, ODOT put forth its generic bridge replacement plan, and the good members of the Garden Club stirred up such an outpouring they got themselves a bridge that holds flower boxes for their year round decorations, and flag standards.  Every section with no flower box flies an American Flag. Today included.

And here is my 10:49 pm text from Emily, verbatim:  Were done for the day.  It rained for an hour while we were setting up and it was BAD rain.  Ur probably asleep and i hope i didnt wake you.  All rugs in booth.  An hour in the morning.  Waiting for dinner.  It was really fun.  Smiley face icon.

Is she excited, or what.  I know she's on a high stool, in the hotel bar, waiting for dinner.  At eleven at night! It can't get any better.