Angry Bear Ghat Kill is Angry
by Cowboy Bob Sorensen
This article is considerably lighter reading, but is also a mite heavy in graphics. Regular readers may have noticed that I usually post one image, sometimes a second. File sizes are reduced. Most full-sized images are uploaded to Unsplash.
I live in an apartment complex with a longish driveway. This part of it goes over a stream known as Bear Ghat Kill. (Kill, or kille, is Dutch for stream, among other things.) It is a two miles long, part a sub-basin of the Lower Esopus. It surprises me that it has a name.
Driveway in trouble, water is rushing after the brief storm |
Here in our neck of Upstate New York, there was a not-unusual thunderstorm with plenty of rain. It did not last long. When I came home from the workplace a few hours later, the driveway was damaged. Looks like the stream got angry. The rushing water was surprisingly loud; I had never seen it with that much activity. So I took pictures. My hands were surprisingly steady and I'm glad I didn't need my usual equipment.
Rushing water going into the woods |
Apparently the latest storm was all the drainage system could take. Materials that rusted over the years gave way, as well as eroded foundations. Another area nearby (just follow the torrent up yonder to the right) also had problems and the city needed to block it off for a while.
Nothing was done for several days to repair the damage. Everything goes from order to disorder, and subsequent rains made us nervous that it would all collapse — with good reason. I reckon they were negotiating, but this was a safety issue that was getting worse.
Again after the work day, I pulled over to take pictures |
Same stream, small footbridge in a different place |
Several reasons. One is that I occasionally remind people to never underestimate the power of moving water. Another reason is that biblical creationists talk about the power of water in the Genesis Flood. This was a small channel that had fast-moving water, and it left some impressive debris.
A later view into the woods, note the debris |