The cold returns

Roads are closed in all directions, but a morning of 18 degrees (F) allowed us to escape on frozen mud to the post office. The surrounding fields now resemble the Arctic Ocean. The local water levels dropped far enough to open the floodgate on our culvert, draining the icy pond in the yard. But we still wait and watch downstream. Most of our business is conducted in Fargo-Moorhead, and those communities are in a mad dash to keep up with ever-rising crest predictions from the NWS and USGS. Traffic is a mess and some neighborhoods are under evacuation.