Besides it was getting dark.
But anyway, this is what we saw, and if you just make believe that you're standing on a little hill near that old pit and looking south toward Black Lake, you'll see just what we saw--as you might say.

We saw the water just pouring through Nick's Valley and coming toward us and going pell-mell into the old creek bed.

Now that's the best way I can tell it to you.

I guess the little hill we were on acted kind of like a back stop maybe (anyway, that's what Bert said) because the water only beat against it and then went tumbling back into the creek bed and down toward the Hudson.

It was down that way that it overflowed mostly and flooded the fields we had been plodding through.
"One thing, we had a grandstand view," I said.
And believe me, that was true.