Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in 1972 , 2011 , Agnes , disaster , flood , photos , September , Susquehanna , town , Tunkhannock , writing , wyoming county , wyoming valley | Posted on Tuesday, September 13, 2011
|Rt. 6 East out of Tunkhannock.|
As the crowd gathered around us, my brother and a few of his friends arrived. Chatter about the rising water evolved into questions of when everything would be back to normal. When could we work? When would we be able to make it off the mountain and back into town? My brother's friends had the answer to at least one of those questions for anyone willing to take a bit of an adventure.
There was a way to town, we found out. I had kept mentioning how much I wanted to get into town to document anything I could. Get a closer look at things. Be there to help in any way I could. All conventional ways to anywhere were blocked by flood waters for those of us living at the base of Avery. Four-wheel drive and a bit of off-roading provided another route, however. My brother's friends explained the way and then left to try and make their way further down the ridge line. I was determined to make it to the downtown area.
We began our descent along the rocky, washed out trail that wound down along the backside of the mountain. By now, the rushing torrents of water had slowed a bit and the rain had finally tapered off. My boots we covered in reddish, slick mud and my pants were soaked dark below the knee.
|The local P&G credit union.|
When flooded, turn around don't drown. The message couldn't be clearer.
|Batron's Supply and "The Skidder Shop" in Tunkhannock.|