Call Noah

No, I didn’t take this pic, but do you see that park? That park is two minutes from my house. Yesterday my good friend Cara stubbornly decided to not to cancel her backyard barbecue. While most of us guests stayed inside her house, she barbecued hamburgers in a torrential downpour.

This was a party with small children in attendance, not meant to last more than a few hours. As such, I only felt slightly rude leaving to attend the improv jam happening that night in Hamilton. My friend Kate came with me and off we drove, confident in my rain driving abilities. We’re not made of sugar after all! We were going to pick somebody up at Guelph Line before heading to Hamilton. It was bumper to bumper all along Dundas. Along the way, we passed roads that had become rivers. Literally, and I’m not even misusing that word.

Less than a kilometer from Guelph Line a cop car blocked the road. Why? Because the road past that point was now a lake.

We tried an alternate route but were blocked by a police officer in a raincoat. When I asked him how I could get to Guelph Line his response was “You can’t. Just hang out for a while.” This meant that not only could I not get to Hamilton, I couldn’t even get home.  We turned around and returned to Cara’s party.

For those of you who don’t know Burlington, the distance we had to travel was less than four kilometers. To go nowhere and come back, about a 7 k journey, took us over an hour.

Today the water has receded and if you drive around town it’s like nothing happened. Except that my basement is slightly damp.