September 13, 2013
I am okay. I’m not in an evacuation zone, but it’s a close thing. My town has a river in the middle of it where there’d been just a creek a couple of days ago. By this evening, we’ll have been under a flash flood warning for 48 hours.
I had water in my basement because of a broken window well liner. It’s under control, but I’ve been bailing water for two nights to keep it that way. I’m tired. Very sore. But I’m okay, and Lily is a super trooper, putting up with it all.
I’ve lived in Boulder County for 15 years now, and you don’t live here that long without hearing lots of stories of 100 and 500 year floods and sheets of solid water pouring through towns. I never thought I’d actually see it happen. Water gathers in the mountains and pours down narrow creek channels in a solid wall, carrying debris and destruction. We’ve had almost our entire annual average rainfall in four days. It’s bad.
I’m staying home. Most of the roads around me are closed, so I can’t go anywhere anyway. I haven’t lost power yet, I have plenty of food and water. I’m not worried. I just have to wait it out. But it’s going to be weird emerging from all this, because my town’s going to look kind of broken for awhile, I think.