They mean MONSOON RAINS!!! Amazing amounts of rain have fallen in Arizona, with Tucson receiving over four inches in just one small storm. These storms are going down in the history books. This is Pantano Wash, the huge creek that wanders down from the mountains, past my place and on through Tucson.
This isn't the first time it's flowed like a river. In the 1880's the town of Pantano was built just down the road a piece. Torrential rains flooded the creek, washing out half the town, which was then built on the OTHER side of the creek.
It's not easy getting pictures since there is no place to pull over. I headed for the tiny parking lot at the trailhead near the bridge, but was met with a lake at the bottom. It's a good thing I looked first. I doubt I could have backed up that steep muddy road.
It looks like rain again all day, putting a damper on my morning escape to the quilt store. There are many flooded areas between them and me, meaning road closures.
The good news is my tarps are doing their job and have not been washed down the hill. No further damage that I can tell. Mr. Chance can make repairs when he returns, but I hope his timing is perfect.
He's been on a motorcycle trip up north. In the old days if it started raining on us, we parked under an overpass until it let up. For the girls that didn't come prepared, we handed out black trash bags to wear as rain gear.
You've never been really wet until you've ridden on the back of a motorcycle while passing a Mack truck pulling two trailer loads of tomatoes during a huge rain storm. We had a flat tire, so being the good wife, I got on back of another guys bike and rode home to get the truck. When I finally peeled off those leather pants, my legs were completely black from the dye.
I retrieved my husband and the bike before he got thrown in jail for loitering at the grocery store. Such was the life of us motorcycle mamas!!