Some Sights From Lutherstadt Wittenberg and the Elbe River

In the thick of the family trauma that was going on at my in-laws’ over Christmas, I tried to escape once a day to go on a long walk with the dog. I wouldn’t have survived it otherwise. But it was also amazing, because for the first time in years, the Elbe River began to flood. (Of course, the downside of that was the ceaseless rain that was causing the waters to rise.)

The day we arrived at my in-laws’ (Dec 20th), things were still relatively normal. It was still possible to walk the mile over the flood meadow to the river in its normal channel. The river was running a bit higher than normal, but not unreasonably so.

By the 23rd of December, it had risen high enough to cover the groins that jut out from the shore of the Elbe to slow down its flow near the riverbanks, accumulate passing sand, and in general prevent the erosion of the banks.

By the 25th, the water had marched the entire mile across the flood meadow to start lap at the base of the dike. From there, the water level kept going up. It was… exciting! (At least because here, unlike in other areas of Germany, the flood never reached the point where it was a problem. Here it remained well within the confines of the flood meadows and the dikes.)

I just wanted to share some of the pictures and videos with you, because it was so impressive.

Here’s what things looked like on the 23rd:

 

By the morning of the 25th, the situation had notably escalated:

 

By the 27th, the water had reached the dikes all over and was rising slightly and falling slightly depending on how many hours it had been since the last deluge.

I was in the midst of wondering about all the poor mice and earthworms—all drowned?—and all the deer—wandered off to… where?—when I got interrupted by a feral nutria swimming through the water then nonchalantly hauling out on a log and giving itself a good scratch.

In the 1950s and 1960s, people here—like Spouse’s grandmother—used to raise them for their pelts to make a bit of extra money. When it quickly became clear that this was not a lucrative endeavor, however, they then either slaughtered all the nutria or, presumably, set them free. They’re quite a pest all over Europe and normally local councils set traps and then euthanize them. But this is not the first nutria I’ve seen in this general area! They seem to be surviving here just fine.

 

Here’s a beautiful submerged tree from the 28th of Dec:

Later on the 28th, Spouse and I had to head into town to get a large photo of FIL printed and framed for display at his funeral. Seeing FIL’s healthy, joyous face in the picture hit Spouse like a sledgehammer. After dropping the picture off at the mortuary (because they’re organizing the funeral), we numbly followed our feet down the cobblestone streets, braving the frigid wind, paying no attention to where we were going. Suddenly, we found ourselves standing in front of the church where Martin Luther tacked up the theses just over 500 years ago. I mean, it’s not so surprising. It’s a small town and a big church. But with all the stress and trauma of his dad’s Alzheimer’s, we hadn’t had the freedom to while away time in town, and so we hadn’t seen it in years. And the tower was open!

How could we not climb all the stairs to have a look around at the flood from above?!

 

Here are some “highlights” of our long tromp up the stairs.

And then lastly, and far more interestingly, here’s a video of a trip around the circumference of the tower.

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