And, I'm not talking about what you have when someone dies or even the slow speed when you're out in your boat.
In this case, I'm talking about North Carolina Highway 50 between Surf City and Topsail Beach. Yesterday, we had a regular downpour after Mom and I left the Missiles and More Museum in Topsail Beach. It was so hard we had to wait it out in the IGA grocery store parking lot.
We had met some people from New York at the museum who were on motorcycles and saw them come swimming through on their machines. They sure had to be soaked.
When it finally let up, we drove on over to Max's Restaurant by the swing bridge for pizza, our initial destination.Mom had talked about bad flooding along the road before, but nothing prepared me for what we encountered when we left the restaurant. Actually, there are several signs along the road warning of high water, but since it had never rained this hard before, I never truly understood them.
I sure did today. There were probably ten different areas where the road had flooded in the seven miles between the two towns. About half were up to the door.
Most people drove accordingly, but then we had some clowns who just barrelled through the water, causing it to get even deeper and practically blinding oncoming traffic.
High Water. Now, I Understand. --RoadDog