Lightning, Flash Floods, and Quicksand
I'm going to start this little bit of
jibber-jabber off by saying that we have just hit a milestone. We
had an anniversary. Not like a wedding anniversary or the day that
we first became a couple or something ridiculous like that. No, we
have just hit our 4 month travel anniversary. We left Seattle and
the comfort of our jobs and took off 4 big months ago. It's kind of
a big deal. It's not as big of a deal that our one year anniversary
will be, but still, it's a big deal. It's such a big deal that I
would be ok if you sent us gifts. Nothing big...don't go our of your
way or anything like that...but gifts seem appropriate. Since we are
homeless, I'm not sure where you should send these gifts but just
remember that I am no cheap date...I have expensive tastes.
These past 4 months have gone
incredibly quick in a way, and at the same time, it seems like we
left Seattle ages ago. It's hard for me to believe that we are
actually doing this and that this adventure has really just begun...4
months down and an endless supply of months to go. I can remember
the days when I would dream of having a week long vacation and I can
remember all of the things we would cram into that week. It's
nothing like the amount of stuff that we have crammed into 4 months.
We have just scratched the surface on what's available to us. It's a
big world out there and we are doing our best to see and experience
it. We are incredibly lucky.
Anyway, back to the subject at
hand...lightning, flash floods, and quicksand. Being a Seattle boy,
I have grown up with some pretty benign weather. Sure, we get our
fair share of rain, some wind, an occasional snow storm, possibly
even a thunder storm with some hail thrown in the mix, but it is
really pretty mild when you compare it to other parts of the world.
We are in Moab, Utah right now which you may not think of as being a
place with any kind of major weather. It's generally hot sun and
clear blue skies but I am here to tell you otherwise. My
observations of what I consider major weather may be because of where
I am from and I may be a bit of a sissy because of that.
In Seattle, we will get rain for days
on end. Most of the time it's just gray and drizzly and it seems to
go on and on and on. Here we have had 85 degree, clear blue sky,
calm as can be days, when you think nothing can go wrong...and then
it hits. You can see a lone mass of black clouds that looks out of
place against the backdrop of blue sky. You can see that these
black clouds seems to stretch from the sky to the ground. You can
see flashes of light emanating from that group of clouds. As this
group of clouds gets closer you get hit with a wall of cold wind that
drops the temperature by about 20 degrees...then rain...then
lightening...then even more rain and hail...then it ends and it's
back to pure blue skies and a warm 85 degrees. Crazy.
The thing that is the most strange is
the amount of rain that unloads at once and the ferocity of which it
unleashes. Moab generally gets 9 inches of rain in a year. In the
last 3 days we have gotten almost 4 inches of rain in the area. In
those 3 days, it rained for a total of about 1 ½ hours. The rest of
the time it was pure warm sun. That's almost 50% of the yearly
rainfall total in about 1 ½ hours.
In those 1 ½ hours, we have gotten the
most intense lightening storms that I have ever seen. We have gotten
so much wind that if we would have been in the boat, I would have
curled up into a ball and cried in the bottom of the boat. It was so
much wind that I wasn't sure our camper was going to stay upright. I
have seen enough movies and watched enough news programs to know that
the worst place to be in a storm is in a trailer park...that's who
always gets hit the worst. While we weren't exactly in a trailer
park, we were in our home on wheels which is just about as close to a
trailer park as you can get. We don't have 3 non-working
refrigerators in our yard, we don't have 8 cars that don't run parked
on the lawn, and my motorcycle isn't parked in the living room...but
we are still pretty close to living like we are in a trailer park.
So when a storm is coming...we don't feel safe. We've seen how that
ends...with us on the evening news in a bathrobe, curlers in our
hair, our home in 12 million pieces, and us looking like the trailer
trash that we are...not pretty.
In the 3 days of storms, we have been
hit once while on a hike, once we've been on our bikes, and once
we've been in our home on wheels when the unleashing happened. All
three times were incredible to watch. The times when we were hiking
and on our bikes were pretty scary because of the lightning. If you
are from the midwest you probably will think we are wimps because we
ran for cover (or pedaled insanely fast for cover) as soon as the
sparks sparks started to fly. And these weren't little sparks.
These were massive bolts that lit up the sky like a fireworks show
over Lake Union on the 4th of July...only it went on for
longer than the show over Lake Union, it was louder, and we didn't
have to deal with the traffic afterward. Lightning bolt after bolt
after bolt from the sky to the ground and earth shaking thunder (or
camper shaking thunder)...C-R-A-Z-Y!!!
The desert is amazingly dry. It's so
dry that you would think that when it rains the ground would want to
absorb some of that rain and save it for later. Not the case. It
seems to want to get rid of that rain as fast as it came. This is
where the flash floods come into play and this is what is really
amazing to see. Raging rivers come from out of nowhere. Massive
waterfalls form and drop off of all the incredible rock formations.
A torrent of water tears the landscape apart. The amount of erosion
that happens in the short amount of time that these weather events
are happening is astounding. Hiking paths that just 30 minutes ago
seemed like solid ground become jagged canyons that are 5 feet deep.
Roads that were dry and safe now have a 4-5 foot thick layer of sand
blocking the road. We are currently camped out on the Colorado
River and after each storm the river becomes a bright orange river of
mud. Yesterday we went on a hike in a tight canyon that went back
about 5 miles. You could see the waterline from the flash floods the
day before that were between 6 to 8 feet up the canyon walls. You
could see the trees, boulders, and mountains of sand that were ripped
from their homes and moved down the canyon to where they wait for the
next storm. The craziest part of all is that 15 minutes after the
rain stops, these raging rivers are dry as a bone. Incredible.
When I was a little kid, I had a fear
of quicksand. I was sure it was a real and credible threat to my
well being. I had seen enough cartoons, movies, and Gilligan's
Island re-runs to know that it was lurking around every corner. I
would practice my ninja moves to help me survive my encounter with
the dreaded quicksand. I would tell myself “move slowly and spread
yourself out so you don't sink as fast!” I even thought that I
should carry enough rope with me to get myself out of a jam when my
encounter surely happened. By the time I was in my early 20's, my
fear started to wain and I stopped carrying around my 200 foot spool
of rope everywhere I went. Quicksand appeared to be just in the
movies and I should stop practicing my escape tactics. Well here I
am in the desert and apparently quicksand is real...it's so real that
I even read about it at the Arches National Park visitor's center.
After these big rain events, some of these massive sand deposit's are
just what I had feared as a kid...the dreaded quicksand. Luckily for
me, I have practiced my moves enough times that I should be able to
survive an encounter. Brenda on the other hand, is surely doomed.
Never once has she considered how to escape the wrath of what is now
truly a real and credible threat. I will miss her when she is taken
by quicksand.
Don't you love your wife anymore :)
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