Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Exploring a Flooded Land

Yesterday, we made it to the pharmacy and when I took the magical hot liquid overnight, I slept until 8:30 this morning and woke to the sun piercing the clouds this morning. I'm usually an early riser, at 5:30 or 6 a.m. in time for a run. But since I can't run currently and I'm healing from my cold, I will embrace the extra sleep.
We took the dogs for a walk and discovered that the river has risen over many of the paths that we walk. So we meandered back and forth, turning around when the water got too deep for Jeff the dachshund. I know, Jeff is an awful name for a dog. I can't figure out why the name Jeff is so bad when Jack seems like a fine name. 
The house we're staying in is dry and the lock is not threatening to overflow, but as we walk down the path to the bridges, the river has breached its banks, topping the road and running quickly to the fields on the other side.

We generally let the dogs off leash at a field, but that way is blocked. This time we came down the road and I decided we should let the dogs off the leash. Jeff stopped in front of a gate that is padlocked. After staring for a minute, he slipped between the metal bars and disappeared. Earl and I, with the bigger dog, Toby, stood at the gate calling Jeff and holding out a treat. We could see him frolicking amidst a ramshackle trailer and woodshed. Finally, Earl hoisted himself over the fence and went after Jeff. He handed the leash to me and I pulled his long, muscular body through the gates while Earl again climbed over, avoiding a tumble into the mud. 
Since the sun was shining, we decided to visit some Roman ruins about 10 miles away. 
But first, we had to drive through the flooded roads.

The first one, I clenched my teeth and drove through, keeping it at a steady speed as the water kicked up all around us. Then I went over the bridge and stopped on a dry patch of road. Ahead of me, the road turned to the right then the left. I knew that, but I couldn't see it because it was covered with water. 
I could see two men who worked at a restaurant standing in the parking lot and watching the road. A couple on a walk stood beside them, all of them looking at our car and that flooded road. 
"Just go," Earl urged. "You won't get swept away. The worst thing that might happen is that I have to get out and push."
I paused for several minutes, made a plan to drive at the side of the road where the water might be the shallowest and I started forward. Luckily the tires didn't leave the asphalt as we made it around the corner to the right and then the left. 
We traveled through the sunshine to the Site Romans-Gallo near Rouillac. Apparently there was a temple and an amphitheater that held 7000 people. It was built the 1st through 3rd centuries.

 Obviously, they built the amphitheater on a hill with a great view of the surrounding areas.

Seeing Earl here gives it a bit of perspective. We made our way down to the stage and I began to sing "Rain on My Parade." 
"Don't tell me not to live, Just sit and putter, ... Don't tell my not fly, I've simply got to..."
"She'll be here all century," Earl announced to the imaginary crowds. 
Even climbing and exerting myself within the amphitheater took its toll and I could feel my energy waning. We decided to go out for lunch and drove to Cognac, yes the city that shares the name with the alcohol. 
We found the town's main square and skipped the restaurant that was offering steak de cheval. We ended up with salmon and potatoes and Cesar salad, which seemed appropriate when mixed with the day's outing to Roman ruins. 

With the weather hovering around 60, we ate outside, but drank some hot wine to compensate. This might have been better served in a mug rather than a stemmed glass.

The flag of France flew behind Earl's head. 

And we finished the lunch with tarte alsacienne and coffee. 

It's an apple and custard tart.
Then we drove back, having to turn around once because the road was flooded. This time Earl drove and as we went through the flooded section, the water made frothy waves around the hood of the car.
We may be stuck here for a day or two until the river subsides. 






5 comments:

Jackie Mc Guinness said...

We had a dog named Jeff growing up!

Things seem to be looking up. Hang in there.

Noreen said...

Thank you for taking me along on another excursion in France. So much fun!

Can't figure out why the name Jeff is so bad? Hmm, that IS weird ; )

francetaste said...

Glad to hear that things are better.
I just read about the flooding in Paris. Around here the rivers are higher but no flooding. Knock on wood. Be careful driving through water! It has incredible force. I read once that you should never go in rushing water past your knees or you will get knocked over.

Just Me said...

Yikes at the same time beautiful. Must have tested your heart. Surely has my beating extra hard.

Jeanie said...

I had a friend who got stuck in a bad flooded area. Not pretty. Glad you made it out well -- and that you got to a pharmacy.

I like the name Jeff for a dog. Like Mutt and Jeff except I think Mutt was the dog. It calls easily, too.

The ruins look interesting. Glad you are getting about!

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