Raging river of dirty water.

That's what happens to our river when it rains, and rains, and rains some more. I thought I'd show a comparison to show you something I'm sure you are already aware of, but oh well. So here are some pictures of the normal, wonderful swimming spot in the river that we frequent on hot days when I don't have time to walk all the way down to the pool or beach.

This is what can happen when a lot of rain falls in one morning in the mountains and the water has to go somewhere quickly.

Can you even tell a difference? The color is definitely different. Did you notice the rocks? I guess the comparison didn't come across as well as I hoped. It was amazing to stand beside that raging river, smell the dirt in the air and watch it move so quickly.