It’s our fault


A friend and I walk weekly with my dog. Sometimes we head to the beach, sometimes to the park, sometimes around the streets. We used to walk around Cherry Lake but every time we arranged to meet there, it rained enough to flood the path around the edge.

But last week, the weather was clear and there were barely showers in sight, so I thought we’d be okay. And it was okay while we were walking. Raining but not enough to flood the lake.

However, last night, Yasi’s tail flicked and we had a tiny taste of her power. I’ve never seen the lake higher. The walking path is beyond the bollards, and the lake edge, beyond the reeds at left.

We may never be able to walk there again. We’re just too powerful!