Last Sunday morning, it started to rain. I mean it poured. Biblical proportions. For several hours. We live directly under the spot that got the most rainfall.
Nobody’s completely sure, but we got somewhere in the neighborhood of 7″ – 9″ of rain. There had been rain the day before, too, so the ground was saturated. The river ran over its banks. I don’t know how high it was initially. 48 hours later, when I walked on the trail, it was at least 12′ above its banks. It was crazy. Normally we have four ways to drive out of town. Three of them were flooded out.
This last picture is taken on a section of the trail that is not beside the river. That mud line is where the water was. It’s about neck-high on me.
Mother Nature freaks me out.