The river at flood-stage is a mighty force to behold. Wind-driven waves combined with high water have reeked havoc all week. After five consecutive nights and days of flood-stage high-tides, I am feeling worn down from contending with the aftermath of the flood. Damage to both deck and dock. Boardwalks in disarray. Woody debris and driftwood piled on the trail. As if that wasn’t enough, I discovered a leak in the cistern that will need fixing.  I have my work cut out for me for the next few months. Living this close to the river and exposed to the elements is usually thrilling and invigorating. It can also be exhausting.