Last night Madigan broke down into tears and was shaking all over. I think it may be as close as he has ever come to a panic attack. We have been anticipating rain for days and then weeks. Predictions of such have mostly failed us, mostly to our delight. Our grand canyon and pasture river have only flooded twice so far this season. Both episodes were caused by less than 1/2 inch of rain in 1 hour. So, if we, at any point, get 2 or more inches in a 45 minutes period of time, all computer generated models and all actual evidence suggests that we could lose most everything. It's a waiting game... and it has been a test of our endurance. I feel like I've been able to wrestle through much of the trauma of last year and face tomorrow with cautious optimism. But, the boys have all borne the weight differently. If we are able to get the mitigation that the county is working on building for us before next year's monsoon season, things may look quite different for us in the future. So, we wait... and PRAY A LOT every time it rains.
I think we have all changed through the process of trauma, survival, rebuilding, and moving ever forward. We know our days are numbered, we know that our future plans can be as fleeting as the wind. We know that each day is a gift. And we know that we love living life alongside one another. So, this year we decided that if our flooding didn't overwhelm us like last year, if our own mitigation efforts made a difference, we would adventure A LOT. And we have! It has been such a delight.We drove Gumbum to Oregon to visit her dear friends. That adventure held it's challenges, but was such a blessed time to spend together. We got to explore Bandon by the Sea, visit with beloved friends, swim in pools, creekside swimming holes and even a little of the ocean. We kayaked in the Applegate river, picked blackberries and frolicked about.