The message was as astonishing as it was unexpected: our street was closed because of a sinkhole. Soon someone sent a picture of a gaping hole in the asphalt. we were on the way home from school when we received the news. "Siri! What causes a sinkhole??" Heidi asked, and read the internet article out loud as we drove.
As soon as we got home, we leashed up the dog and walked down to take a look. On the way, we were joined by a dozen neighbors, and we could see several more down by the yellow caution tape. "It's the biggest tourist attraction in the neighborhood!" I said.
And to be honest? It was pretty amazing. 4 feet in diameter and probably at least ten feet deep, it widened out, cave-like from the opening. The cause was impossible to determine by looking at it-- there were no water main breaks or fallen trees. Inside, the soil was perfectly dry, as if this little grotto had been hidden there for years, just below the surface of the street.
And maybe it had.
As soon as we got home, we leashed up the dog and walked down to take a look. On the way, we were joined by a dozen neighbors, and we could see several more down by the yellow caution tape. "It's the biggest tourist attraction in the neighborhood!" I said.
And to be honest? It was pretty amazing. 4 feet in diameter and probably at least ten feet deep, it widened out, cave-like from the opening. The cause was impossible to determine by looking at it-- there were no water main breaks or fallen trees. Inside, the soil was perfectly dry, as if this little grotto had been hidden there for years, just below the surface of the street.
And maybe it had.
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