More Rayford Road Stories: Flood Waters Comin’ At Us

One summer day my sons and I decided to go to the store. Back then, the nearest one was several freeway exits away.

We piled into our Ford truck and at Rayford Road headed west toward the highway. Before long, we began to see water in the road. As it kept rising, I realized I could not go on. So I used the old saying, “Turn around, don’t drown.”

No problem. We liked taking the “back way” through the piney woods. So we headed east, passing Wing’s Grocery and headed into the deep forest (before either the Fox Run or Imperial Oaks subdivisions had even been thought of!)

Since we’d had several days of rain I wasn’t surprised to see puddles here and there–even some large areas of water.

Then I turned back westward onto Wiley-Fuzzeland noticed even more water. But since the road was clear I drove on.

My eyes blinked. I couldn’t actually believe what I saw! Slowing down, I scanned the landscape and saw nothing but water.  It was impossible to see the road or ANY landmarks as it all was submerged in running water.

My brain just couldn’t take it all in. I knew we must be almost up to Spring Creek, yet all I could see was that huge body of moving water.

At last I spotted some landmarks that told me we were not far from the creek. It was at that moment that we were just feet from an angry flooded road. I knew all was dangerous confusion and fast-traveling water from that point on.

I realized the fast current was a trip-stopper for sure. It was time to back up. As I carefully backed I looked at the countryside filled with flood waters as far as the eye could see. It seemed a good day to have some popcorn and stay home.

Later I learned how much power rushing water can have and I was indeed thankful I turned around and headed back on Rayford Road to our home.

I lived in that part of the Spring, Texas area for about 40 years but never saw anything quite like that.

There eventually came another plague of too much water with the Great Flood of ’94 then the fire ants and snakes hovered on the edge of the water on my road. But that’s another story!

Copyright 2018 by Hildra Tague. Obtain permission for use online or in print.


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