Thursday, September 12, 2013
... and not on Thursday, as originally planned.
I got up this morning about 8:00. From my outside I could hear a lot of sirens. Lafayette CO is not like living in the city nor even in Catonsville. Sirens are not so common here.
Then I stepped out of my room anf the TV was already on and tuned to the morning news. That i snot like Carolyn. When I went out, there was Dave still at home looking at a picture of a washed out bridge.
"Geez!" I asked, "Where's that?"
"On my route to work. Four cars drove into it because it's an unlighted stretch of road. Could have been me."
Overnight Boulder County, where Lafayette is, had gotten more than 4 inches of rain. Flash floods everywhere. Schools were closed. The sheriff was asking people to stay home. It was like a snow day without the snow.
That heavy rain I had encountered on my way home from the Y last afternoon continued through the night. I had commented earlier to the kids that I was glad I didn't travel on 9/12 since 9/11 holds such potential for a bad day. Now I am glad because Denver Airport was closed for most of the day.
Around 2:00, the sky actually looked like it was breaking. I pulled on my running stuff and I was going to run the 3 miles up to the Y. It was open. Even the sidewalk was drying. As I stepped out the front door, you watched a sheet of rain advance down the street. I stepped back inside, got my keys and drove. But it did not stop raining the entire hour I was working out.
Later I turned on Facebook and everyone from back home was talking about how the thunderstorms there had knocked out power all over town in Baltimore. Even the Orioles Yankees game was delayed for more than an hour.
You can run but you cannot hide, I suppose.