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First I wished for snow and we were innundated with the white stuff. It was horrible. Then I wished for it to rain and this is what is happening here now...


My friend has now informed me that I should use my powers for good and not for evil.

Who knew?

After we dropped the kids off at school this morning, Lance and I went to take some pictures of the flood. Horrible, awful and all kinds of bad.


That's not a lake behind Lance. Well, I mean it is now, but it's not supposed to be a lake.

We came across a car in the middle of a flooded road. It's lights were on and we couldn't get close enough to see if there was someone in the car. We didn't have any cell reception where we were so we left to see if we could get help and as we were leaving the police came.


The road is just...gone.


Picnic table under water at Cottage Lake

We drove through some high water on a few roads but nothing that would have put us in danger. We know better.

Well, for the most part.


  1. Wow, the flooding is unbelievable. Cottage Lake is our old neighborhood and we lived just a few blocks up from it. There was a road by us that was closed from water coming up over it when there was just a couple of days of bad rains, so I can only imagine how flooded that road must be now. You will have to ask Brett about the lady who saved him when he tried to drive the Honda CRX through the flooded closed road...hehe.

  2. I don't like floods, having had it happen to my (old) house twice. I live on top of a hill now.

  3. Kim, I LOVE Cottage lake! I used to spend many summer weekends there at Norm's Resort. I believe that's where the park and swimming pool are located now. So Brett tried to drive thru the flood, eh? Gotta love a fearless man. :)

    Dave, you are wise for one so young. Moving to higher ground is the way to go.

  4. Oh no!!
    That looks really horrible!
    How is it like around Shoreline and Seattle area? Is everything ok?

  5. It is bad in the Snohomish Valley and near Woodinville and of course out south with all the rivers. Thankfully we've been spared the worst of it.


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