The deluge has been a daily occurrence for two weeks straight. The Colorado River is running brick-red and has a fish smell to it. I have been soaked to the skin daily. Yesterday morning, there was a school of trout swimming upstream through what used to be my lawn. Enough already. It’s the wettest October since I moved here eleven years ago. This week is especially challenging for elk hunters. It’s First Rifle Season and the mud is knee deep. Where gunshots should be echoing in the canyons, instead, the shouts of, “Where are the elk?” fill the air.
Oh well, what can I do? Nothing, but wish those folks the best of luck.
What am I doing while the rivers flood? Why…I’m sitting at the computer, of course, hot coffee in my mug, a warm hoodie over me, and writing a story about my dad peeing out a truck window at 65 MPH.
Looking forward to a dryer second half of the month.
James McKew 
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