Deciding what to leave behind is the hardest. Each piece carries me back. I danced through these rooms on our first night, in love with life, with our cottage on the river. Then came children, neighbours, laughter. But dark times surged in, unforeseen – draining, suffocating years. I learned to withdraw, to tread water.
It’s over. The river is taking it. My house will drown. The mud will bury it all as the dam floods our valley. Other homes will glow with new power, as mine grows dark.
I’ll travel lightly now. I’ll keep to high ground, above the floodline.
In the Snowy Mountains, New South Wales, the Snowy River Hydro Scheme, a huge hydro-electricity project, required the inundation of two small towns in the 1950s .
In times of drought the water levels can drop sufficiently to reveal remnants of buildings and people’s possessions, left behind. It’s eerie and sad to think about these towns disappearing as the dam filled.
This blog post (‘The Eternal Traveller – The Lost Town of Adaminaby’) has some interesting pictures of one such place, and a brief overview of the Snowy Hydro project.