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Welp. At 2:30 it started raining, so I woke up a little to make sure I had the various bits of my yurt roof in position to deal with it. No big, didn’t get out of bed, it was fine, then I could pet the cat. (I am in the midst of a lovely Whiskey visitation, but she’s so unused to snuggling nowadays that she gets really excited if you pet her and then has to chase your hands around for twenty minutes.)
Then my phone went crazy and it was a flash flood warning alert, which is nice and all but i scouted this location for that, there were two hundred-year floods since I picked this location and i know it was untouched in both. So even if there is a flash flood, it won’t touch me here. I’m on a hill right above a creek. This spot didn’t even get flooded in Hurricane Irene.
Then there was indeed a thunderstorm, and I can see that there’s a puddle creeping across my entire floor, which is just ducky. Fortunately I am an old hand; there is nothing touching the floor except for a cardboard box I don’t really care about. Everything is either up on shelves, made of impermeable material, or suspended from the walls or ceiling. Even the bed is up on little stilts and I have conscientiously ensured that no bedding touches the floor.
Everything is damp, though, from the air. That’s just how it is.
I tried to level the platform as we were putting it down, but we should have elevated the center of the platform and just– didn’t. So, I’m going to be dealing with this kind of water problem; the platform is larger than the yurt and so rain is going to hit it, and it’s going to flow downhill, and that’s that. I put a tarp against the wall to keep water coming in the way it did before, and it wound up just making things worse. Oh well.
Welp. At 2:30 it started raining, so I woke up a little to make sure I had the various bits of my yurt roof in position to deal with it. No big, didn’t get out of bed, it was fine, then I could pet the cat. (I am in the midst of a lovely Whiskey visitation, but she’s so unused to snuggling nowadays that she gets really excited if you pet her and then has to chase your hands around for twenty minutes.)
Then my phone went crazy and it was a flash flood warning alert, which is nice and all but i scouted this location for that, there were two hundred-year floods since I picked this location and i know it was untouched in both. So even if there is a flash flood, it won’t touch me here. I’m on a hill right above a creek. This spot didn’t even get flooded in Hurricane Irene.
Then there was indeed a thunderstorm, and I can see that there’s a puddle creeping across my entire floor, which is just ducky. Fortunately I am an old hand; there is nothing touching the floor except for a cardboard box I don’t really care about. Everything is either up on shelves, made of impermeable material, or suspended from the walls or ceiling. Even the bed is up on little stilts and I have conscientiously ensured that no bedding touches the floor.
Everything is damp, though, from the air. That’s just how it is.
I tried to level the platform as we were putting it down, but we should have elevated the center of the platform and just– didn’t. So, I’m going to be dealing with this kind of water problem; the platform is larger than the yurt and so rain is going to hit it, and it’s going to flow downhill, and that’s that. I put a tarp against the wall to keep water coming in the way it did before, and it wound up just making things worse. Oh well.
