Tuesday Evening

It has been a very wet summer here along the Front Range, and many of the creeks and rivers are raging. Than and I took a walk along Clear Creek in Golden last night to enjoy the roaring rapids and people of Golden. You never know what you are going to see...

Kayakers in the rapids. This guy kept doing front flips as if it were nothing. I can't imagine flipping on a trampoline, much less from a sitting position when your legs are trapped, you're holding a paddle, and the river is raging.

This is the best photo I could get without looking too obvious. We parked next to this woman and when I got out I noticed she was reading in her car. Not too weird, save for the fact she was in her trunk reading with her cat. Yes, her trunk. She had folded down the back seats, climbed in, and snuggled up with her cat and pillow. Than tried to give her the benefit of the doubt by suggesting maybe she was waiting for someone, but no, she was alone. I don't really have an explanation for the trunk-reader...or her 50 stuffed animals in the back window (you can just make out some of them).

South Table Mountain. It's more of a butte, really...

Flooded amphitheater behind the police station. Water has covered the stage area, which you can just make out the edge of in the middle of the photo. On the left-side of the police station is the Golden History Museum. For some time now there has been a running joke with the curator about when they are going to start sand-bagging behind the Museum. A couple more heavy rains and it might not be that funny anymore.

Flooded play area near the Washington Street bridge. The normal waterline is about 4 feet forward from the fish.