Thursday September 12th started off a little murky and then it began to rain harder than I’ve seen it rain in a long time. And it rained and rained-we had what was essentially a continuous thunderstorm that lasted for several hours and dumped almost 6 inches of rain. I didn’t get any photos of it, but I saw a local pond top its banks and overrun roads for the first time in over 20 years. When I saw that I knew we would see some washouts.
Scenes like this were common the next day. It was too bad that this particular spot washed away because a coltsfoot colony had taken hold here, and this is where I used to get my coltsfoot photos in the spring.
You didn’t have to be a detective to figure out what direction the flood waters took.
This was the repair. It’s just like the earlier repair that washed away in this storm, so I don’t expect it to last long. There are many coltsfoot plants buried under these tons of rock, and I’ll be amazed if they appear anywhere near here next year.
Some places had it even worse. This hole where a road used to be is about a foot deep.
The trails weren’t impassable, but it was sloppy going in places.
The river was on full boil and didn’t look too inviting. Before I got to a spot where I could get a clear shot I watched 3 teenage boys go down the river in an aluminum rowboat, going so fast it looked like they were being towed by a speedboat. All I could do was stand there and gape, not believing what I was seeing. They made it through these rapids without capsizing and I hope that they made it out of the river safe and sound. I did some dumb things as a teenager but I never took on the river when it boiled like this.
Imagine getting turned sideways in an aluminum rowboat and facing this. These waves were high enough to easily jump the sides of the boat and swamp it. And then there are the boulders that cause the waves. The roar of the river on this day was as loud as I’ve ever heard it.
Everywhere you looked it seemed like water splashed and roared. This is the outflow of a local lake.
All day Friday the sun tried to burn through the murkiness, but was having a hard time of it.
Finally the clouds began to break up and things started to dry out. It was good that they did-this stretch of river wouldn’t have taken much more rain.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains. ~Henry Ward Beecher
NOTE: The flooding we saw here it is nothing compared to what the poor folks of Colorado have gone through, so let’s not forget them.
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