Apparently, the moment we left our little hometown of Grand Junction, Colorado, the weather, characteristically sunny, turned almost Seattle-like, or so we’re told. The sky darkened out the sun and dumped day after day of snow and rain which has temporarily transformed our usual slightly damp springtime into a record-breaking, Genesis-reminiscent flood.
Certainly, parts of the country are used to flooding; for example, when we were in Georgia, it seemed kind of old hat. But Grand Junction is different.
It’s a desert.
Year after year, we’ve watched commercials about conserving water: take shorter showers, don’t brush your teeth with the water on, water your lawn at night so the heat of the mid-day sun doesn’t evaporate the spray before it even reaches your grass. One year, we even had to give up one our own town’s most cherished community events–the July 4th fireworks–because GJ was so dry, authorities feared dropping ash could cause our town to erupt into flame.
So this is quite the ordeal. Seth took some pictures of our historically-high Colorado River as it flooded the riverfront trail, threatening to wash up on to our roads.