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Flooding All Around Us

I'd never really paid much attention to the fact that the St. Vrain River cuts right through the south end of Longmont, and separates the main downtown from a good third of the city. Now I can see it pretty clearly by the road closures.

street closures

With all the severe rainfall right now, that river is cutting the city in half. You have to go nearly forty miles out of your way in order to get from the north half of the town to the south half. The city's under a State of Emergency, and it's better not to be out in it at all. My manager at the 911 center said that they're so busy, it's better if I don't worry about coming in tomorrow, so I probably won't.

We almost never have ground water, especially in September, it's our driest month on average, but as even the national news seems to be showing, Boulder County is having a deluge of epic proportions, amounts that haven't been seen since 1938.

Towns all around us are flooding, but Longmont has had the least measurable rain of nearly all the towns around us. Lyons is the worst hit, as they're in one of the mountain runoff canyons. We're safe. Damp, but safe. We also have no reasons to go out into the storm or onto the flooded streets. And, yes, I'm very much amazed by the sheer amount of water coming down. Jet and I went puddle wading out front, and found that our side yard had become a small stream with runoff from all seven yards that back into our own.

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