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Normantown/Stumptown News: December Week 3

When I first moved to this area twenty-plus years ago, I did not give the Little Kanawha River the respect it deserves. I grew up in Marietta, Ohio where the Muskingum River flows into the Ohio River—where barges, paddle-wheels, houseboats, speed boats, canoes, and blow-up rafts can all share the waters. I looked at the Little Kanawha when I moved here in August and saw that I could walk across it without getting my knees wet.

“Pfft,” I said. “That’s not a river.”

“Big” rivers, like the Muskingum and Ohio are impressive in many ways, but they are predictable. They rise and fall slowly, and by calculating rain amounts and river levels upstream, one can easily determine how high the water will get and when. The Ohio River will never “sneak up” on you. My father had a business on the main street near the Muskingum, and I remember having an entire day to lift and move valuables, “just in case,” only to watch the slowly rising water crest just below the top stair at the front door. I was almost disappointed. We spent the evening putting everything back where it belonged.

When I heard the tales of the flood of ‘85 (and again in ‘86 here in Stumptown), I imagined those floods were flukes, freak occurrences that happen once in a blue moon. I have since learned that like blue moons, floods are more common than I thought.

When Frank and I moved to the farm and he told me how high the floodwaters could get on the property, I was still skeptical. I simply could not imagine the creek below the road ever reaching my house. And then the floodwaters came, and I found myself wading up the driveway, watching a hay bale float by.

The Little Kanawha River and area creeks and streams can easily be underestimated. They are sneaky creatures that can rise overnight, become powerful, and spread with a speed that quickly catches you off guard. And run-off water? You never think about how water flows across fairly flat land, how it can create new stream paths and puddles that grow into ponds.

My memories of flooding along the Ohio are timed in the spring. Those were the days when feet of snow fell in winter, and spring melt with spring rain spelled bad news. But my memories of flooding here all seem to be when it’s cold and gray and not the best time to be wet. I often wonder if it’s because winter brings more rain now it seems, and is more a season of mud than snow. My insulated mud boots are now some of my most valued possessions.

This time of year, especially when precipitation seems to last for days, I find myself tuned in to the fork of Steer Creek that flows along Rosedale Road. Even in the dark of night, I can tell by the moon’s reflection on the water’s surface if the creek is flowing high or low. I can estimate, by evaluating the water’s depth, the amount of rain that has fallen, and the amount of rain yet to come–if I need to get out the mud boots. I also know, when a large amount of rain falls in a short period of time if run-off waters might seep through our basement.

The 169-mile Little Kanawha River drains approximately 2,160 square miles of northern and central West Virginia. It is the largest watershed in the state, and in the mid-1800s, was also known as the “River of Evil Spirits” because of the number of people who died when canoes capsized in the river whirlpools. I think of that sometimes when the water’s up.

While it may seem odd to think of flooding during the winter season, a significant number of the record flood levels for the Little Kanawha were recorded November through January. The famed flood of 1985 occurred on November 5, and record-high waters were recorded in Decembers of 1944, ‘45, ‘48, ‘49, ‘56, ‘70, ‘71, ‘72, ‘73, ‘78, ‘79, ‘90, and ‘91. In fact, more historic floods have happened here between October and March than in the spring.

No matter what time of year, we have our lives prepared for high water. I no longer want carpet in the basement, and I work with area rugs that can be rolled up easily if (when) necessary. We have 4’x4’ planks of wood the width of certain appliances, and keep them handy in the basement closet for when rains pour more than an inch in a few hours and we need to lift things off the floor. If the rains keep coming, then we venture out to check on the creek below.

When rising, this fork of Steer Creek first crosses Rosedale Road at the end of our driveway, and we take note of the time and location of the water’s edge. We contemplate the factors and try to determine if the mailbox will disappear and we kick into high gear, or if the waters will crest before we reach that emergency mode. We watch the waters rise, and wait for the rains to cease. There’s a balance point in those moments that valley-dwellers recognize as the difference between another round of high waters and a serious situation.

Not much of a holiday message is it? Happy holidays and high water, ho ho ho? But wet weather like we’ve been having of late brings my watershed concerns to mind. Even so, colorful lights, Christmas carols, and smiling faces are enough to lift my spirits and I’m looking forward to visiting my family this season.

Lord willing and the creeks don’t rise.

Normantown Historical Community Center served 92 families representing 216 people at the monthly food pantry in December.  Thanks to Mountaineer Food Bank for their contributions, and to the local volunteers who make it happen. Dues to join and support the organization are still $10.00, due in January. Donations can be made online at https://nhccwv.com.

Kudos to the folks helped their neighbor out of his burning home on Rosedale Road. You’re heroes in my book, and that just shows what kind of folks live here in our community.

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The Pond

We’ve been living next to the “pond” for nearly 14 years now. Where there is water, there is activity. Where there is water, there is life.

After all this time, I’ve come to know the cycles of the waters, and the creatures who live from, in, around and with it. The Great Blue Heron, the Gray Heron, the Green Herons, which I call “Dippy Birds.”

Since Canada Geese mate for life, and can live past 20 years, it’s very likely that I’ve been watching the same couple nest on the island and raise their young here all these years.

Same with the turtles – soft shell and snapper. Just like the birds, they leave for winter and return in spring. In fact, they cross the yard from the driveway ditch to the water’s edge at almost the same exact place every year. More than once I’ve watched them silently work their way to these waters.

The Red-winged Blackbird nests in the same willow each year at the water’s edge. The Kingfisher has a favorite branch he likes to dive from down to scoop minnows and water bugs from the surface.

I’ve watched small mouth bass mate at the water’s edge, seen coyote and fox come down from the woods to drink, observed what I can only call a massive toad orgy one year. I’ve watched the Gray Heron spend 20 minutes one day choking down a bluegill three times the size of its own head. I’ve seen goose parents take turns flogging a snapping turtle who had their gosling by the leg and who – after 25 minutes of said flogging, actually let the gosling go. (It walked with a limp thereafter.)

I once caught a sun fish, unhooked it and tossed it on the ground whilst I reached for my water bucket to put it in, only to turn around to see a hawk swoop down and fly away with my fish. I’ve watched a friend catch 30+ bluegill and several bass in less than an hour with a single fishing pole (three hooks on one line).

Truly.

This year, the pond is different. For one, it’s about 3 feet deeper than I’ve ever seen it, and with that extra water, now spans more than 3 acres. But also, the water’s surface is no longer “down in” the surrounding banks. Now that the water level is higher and closer to the top of the surrounding dykes, the sounds on the water seem louder, and carry farther. The sound of the peepers can keep a light sleeper up at night. The sound of fighting and fussing geese? That’ll wake you up from a dead sleep.

In the summer, when it’s hot at night, we’ll pump up the air mattress and sleep on the back porch where it’s cooler. By then, the bull frogs will be singing as well – and that’s a sound that will put you right to sleep.

The pond is my connection to the seasons, my connection to nature. And while others can just sit and casually watch the activity of our ‘neighbors’, I know their stories. I know their lives.

Today’s Game: How High Will It Get?

When we step of the bottom stair and step into water, it only means one thing. The water running off the hills behind us can’t get to the creek fast enough.

This was our condition at 5:30 a.m. this morning.

By 7 a.m., all farm equipment had been moved to higher ground, and the horses were set free to run into the hills and be rounded up later.

By 8:45, the road became impassable in both directions, with the water still rising inches in minutes.

At 9:24, we wait.

You see, the rain could stop now, and the creek will keep rising. The hills are flowing over with water, white lines cutting through the dark leaf covered hillsides.

And in today’s case, it’s still raining.

We know it won’t be the worse we’ve seen, and we’ve experienced this enough times to minimize damage —

to a certain water level.

So now, it’s watch and wait. How high will it actually get?