Back when I, like Jimmy Buffet, was a tranquil little child, we lived on a hill in Allisonia overlooking the New River. The hill part is important, because about twice a year, the New would rampage from the railroad embankment on our side to the edge of the hills on the Delton side.
People built their houses on the hillsides and planted corn in the fertile floodplain.
Then, in a decade-long dry spell, people bought the floodplain and built houses there. The river didn’t seem to rampage quite so often, although when it did, and these folks complained, natives would point to sticks and leaves wedged in the forks of Sycamores 18 feet above the river and say “Did you read the sign when you bought the place?”
The river is rampaging now, boys and girls, and here, because pictures are worth more than prose, is a sampling of what it was like in Allisonia and Delton today.