You made have heard the news in Northern Colorado…..
It has been raining up here for five days.
Our mountain town of Lyons has been evacuated. Towns up the Big Thompson River are gone, 177 people are unaccounted for, people are now displaced, potentially for weeks. They say this has been the largest air rescue since Katrina.
Hubs and I are fine except for the fact that in situations like these I worry excessively. And then I listen to KBCO and songs like Sting’s ‘Fragile’ come on. Have you listened to the words? Good lord….
On and On the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
I hate sad songs that have relevance to the situation…and I get all weepy.
And it is still raining. For a while this week our little town of Loveland was split in two. The Big Thompson overflowed cutting off North/South access throughout town. Interstate 25 closed because the Big Ol’ T also decided to flow onto the road and into Weld county- cutting off access into Denver and Wyoming. South of us is Longmont, divided by two full flooding rivers that are wrecking havoc and causing evacuations.
West? West is worst. West is where all of the airlifts are taking place.
I have never been in this situation before. So did what every trapped, weepy, worried, can’t-do-anything-about-it person does.
I went to the grocery store.
Unbeknownst to me, this was the only accessible grocery store in South Loveland. Everything else was North of the Big T and cut off to us. Clearly poor planning.
This is what I found: