One of the perks (it is all how you reframe things) about living in the rural mountains behind a low water creek is that sometimes you can't go anywhere. Granted, I did not anticipate ice, snow and then rain to stop us. Ice and snow, yes. The rain was a total surprise. I walked down to our drive to make sure that the drive had melted only to find over two feet of rushing water flowing over our bridge. In the summer I might have walked across that, but not in the winter. There is nothing worse then trying to cross cold water, slipping, and being drenched with cold water.
Instead of spending the afternoon with Santa downtown, I shared photos that were posted online and made sure everyone knew the event was happening. Change in plans, but at least the event went off and we didn't get sucked away by a roaring creek! As they say around here, "turn around, don't drown."