This is one for our rural south Salem neighborhood's memory book. Until we die or move away, us old-timers will be saying, "Remember the flooding back in 2012? Man, that was something we've never seen before, or since."
Spring Creek is only half a mile long, at most. It's fed by, no big surprise, springs. The creek winds through our property on the way to Spring Lake. Usually it's quite small, even in winter. But the rainfall we've gotten this week isn't usual.
Here's a seven minute video of how Spring Creek and Spring Lake looked to me, my wife, and family dog today. My photographic journey ends with me being out-machoed by a neighbor (but I didn't have to dump water out of my boots).
After Laurel got back from our walk, she headed off to the Willamette Humane Society for her usual Thursday dog-walking volunteer duties. Again, though, today wasn't usual.
Instead of walking dogs, Laurel mostly filled sandbags to keep rising water out of the Humane Society building. Then it was announced that all of the animals had to be evacuated because of a broken dike. Laurel grabbed a smallish dog and brought it home.
Sally and I are getting along fine.
However, after some anatomical inspecting Laurel has renamed her/him Sam. Sam and our dog aren't exactly best friends, given Sam's understandable nervousness and barking. Hopefully he will be a fairly brief house guest. (Update: especially since we've discovered he has fleas..)