Mr. Pegasus:As dawn broke, the full scale of the flood became visible. It was frankly terrifying. The river was a rapids with large standing waves curving over the surface and running at 10-15 knots.
Many trees went past out to sea and were washed up on the surf beach or further out to become deadhead hazards to passing vessels. By now, we were completely an island as the river on the lower south side had encircled lowlands to create a separate flow from the backed up shallow estuary to the west to the south and then back to the river right through the coop facility.
As the waters rose on Sunday and Monday, the south side of the moorings became, well, a waterfall, and then the water kept on rising. Many boats were pinned down by short lines and a few rub rails were catching on top of the concrete pilings.
But no-one sank. And inside the embayment, there actually wasn't much current so provided you could absorb the sluicing top meter off the main river over the breakwater, it was simply a matter of sitting tight and praying for the rain to stop.
This was a gripping post. Thank you for the Google Maps link to your location, and the videos, and your photos. The Maps link combined with the photos put me right in your wet shoes, feeling what you felt as the waters rose and rushed past your vessel, hurtling by on their way to the South Pacific ocean.
This flood event is yet more proof that Mother Nature doesn't give a damn about our living quarters. Reminds me of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina here in the States.
My heart goes out to the families with nothing to return to.
One question: What is "CBD?"
Best Regards,
Mrs. Trombley