“It will never be the same,” lamented Jerry. “Even once the flood waters recede this time, this probably won’t be the last time.”
“Yeah, I know,” Gary concurred. “This is the third time since 2010 that this valley has flooded, but this time it’s by far the worst.”
Jerry looked across the water that covered the completely submerged roadway that ran under the bridge separating the north and south sides of the park. “It’s still too deep for us to wade in there and try to clear the debris out of the storm drain,” Jerry said. “The water has to be seven or eight feet deep.”
“We might have to get some scuba divers from the naval base to go down there and see what they can do,” Gary said. “Otherwise, there’s no telling how long it will be before we can open this road again.”
Jerry lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. He offered one to Gary, but Gary didn’t smoke. “I think Mother Nature is sending us a message,” Jerry said after a moment of silence.
“I agree,” Gary said, “but it seems like no one is hearing her. No one is paying attention.”
Jerry’s phone buzzed. “I just got a text from dispatch,” he said. “They need us over at the dam. They say the water is still rising and they’re afraid the dam is going to fail under the strain.”
“It’s a good thing this whole climate change thing is a hoax,” Gary sarcastically said.
The two men rowed their boat toward the dam, having no idea what they could possibly do to stop the dam from flooding the entire valley.
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.