"No, I thought you did..."
"I think we're going to pay for...our...negligence..."
In came the storm, brought by the divine hand of all things that will transform and affect our lives and destiny.
When we arrived home, the dock leading to our home was slippery. Not yet covered with ice, it soon would be decorated. We made it into the house. Ahhh, nice and warm. Water? Nary a drop.
The house shuddered. The wind driving out of the East brought snow, ice and ever-cooling temperatures. The Columbia River Gorge is famous for snarling storms and it was fully upon us.
New sailboat? Not right now - we needed to consider our current needs. We weren't sure if the boards sitting loosely on the North side of our house would fly off, or hold on.
Right now, we needed to check emergency supplies. We had stored water and food. The plentiful water in the River, water that was chilled to about 40 degrees, could flush the toilet.
As the ice accumulated, we could feel the house stress and sinking into the River. As beautiful as it looked, we needed to manage it and lighten the burden on the house.We estimated about 1500 lbs of ice were pressing the house into the water.
The storm held for several weeks, we did without water for six days. We were able to keep the toilet flushing for about 4. We could come and go. We felt compelled to spend the nights at the house to manage the ice by removing it and giving it back to the river.
Things began to thaw. We took a breath.
On Saturday our friend called and said, "Hey, I'm leaving for Costa Rica on Wednesday. When do you plan to move the boat?"
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