shinging in the rain

As luck would have it, weather conditions seem to be mirroring those of the great flood of 1998 here in San Antonio. Something about converging fronts and extreme humidity creating "the perfect storm."  Except in this version it's not George Clooney taking his fishing boat head first into a rogue wave it's our half completed foundation taking on a three day vertical wave from the sky.  The foundation guys were at least aware of this and prepped the work they've done up to this point with large sheets of plastic. This is what it looks like. 

The rain started about 6pm and it was both heavy and continuous. So about 11pm my curiosity got the better of me and I just had to see for myself. I had always wanted to stand on the property just to see exactly how the water naturally drained. Plus, I wanted to make sure everything was properly covered and/or that the wind hadn't blown off any of the plastic coverings.   So off I went. 

Before I left I did properly prepare myself. Well, sort of. I had a decent raincoat and rubber boots. What I didn't have were rain pants so I improvised. Snowboard pants!  Snow is made of water and rain is really just warm snow without the distinct patterns, right?  Maybe not, but close enough.  So after grabbing my ultra powerful flashlight and navigating around the flash flood induced low water crossings I made it to the property. I parked the car so I could utilize the headlights. It was really a lot of what I expected. Some of the plastic had been blown over so I moved it back into place and readjusted the 2x4s on top. The guys had done a pretty good job covering things. As far as drainage, there is definitely no standing water anywhere. I think there will likely have to be some work done to redirect some of the water after the foundation is poured.  It was actually pretty cool being out there in those conditions. It was like a scene out Jurassic Park. It was a very exotic, tropical kind of atmosphere, a combination of the rain and darkness I suppose. Although there were no signs of the T rex I'm certain that if had chosen to hide in the portapotty that he would have shown up and devoured me in dramatic and disgusting fashion.  So after I slipped out of my rain boots back into my Birkenstocks I made the drive back home quite satisfied with myself. Maybe I helped keep portions of the foundation dry or maybe I was just playing in the rain.  Either way, it was worth it.