When I first moved out here the Brook, in the spring when the ice melted would usually run over the road washing parts of it out. One year it washed out so bad that they had to close the road on the south end.
That year I rode my hunter mare, Buck down the road through the water. On my way back home a couple of people in a BMW Mini Cooper asked if they could make it to the end of the road. I just shook my head and let them know the water was up over my horse's knees (which was about halfway up the side of the car door).
Needless to say, they turned around and found another road to take them down into Peterborough.
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