Where's Noah When You Need Him?

Last night when I was driving down the mountain I saw the news truck. I've been living lately in a lovely bliss of no news. No media attacks- it's been really nice. However, I missed the fact that the river we live next to was growing. I may have made a comment or two about how it looked higher, but the river changes all the time.

Waking up this morning I saw the river from my kitchen, which is not a good sign. My honey quick got ready for work and took his hiking boots, knowing that he would have to park far away and hike home. He also took my grocery list with much needed items.(Oh that nagging yesterday to go to the store...it's all clear now). Regardless, my honey was back in less than five minutes- our road was already flooded. And so once again, we are trapped.

The county has us pegged with a potential record flood. We'll be fine-we're up high enough. However, I have no milk, eggs, and most important- wine. Here's a few photos from early this morning and my how things have changed.

If you could only hear what the water sounds like coming crashing down around these trees. It make for a noisy adventure.

This field, on a normal day, is just grass. During this photo the water was just filling up. Now it has white caps on it.

Watching seagulls- almost feels like we're at the beach.