Judging by the height of the trash left behind, the river was at least 10 times higher than normal.



This is the worst spot on the highway to my house. I just hug over to the far side.



Typical debris to be cleaned up. This is our little dry stream, now running a steady 8 inches deep.



I wake up from a nap, and look out the front window to see if somehow I dreamt this situation, but it's always still there:



Tonight I'm staying with friendly cats:



It is so nice to have a place to stay (in town, 3 hours from my home) that is sane and sensible compared to my in-laws' house. These people here just let a guest find their own way, say 'help yourself to what you need, we're off to do some things.' You need a place like that - where you can come and go with no questions asked. I feel so much better after a nap and a bowl of soup.