Well, we have certainly been getting our share. Pretty rare for this time of year, too. Where I'm at (on a hill, thank God, 1160 ASL) we've received over 21" in a 24-hour period. Beau coup of floodings + evacuations. The last death toll was at 67 + still some missing little girls from a summer camp. Like I said, I'm on the high ground, but all the surrounding bridges to get into town are severely damaged, as well as a lot of roads washed away. And it's still raining. On the plus side of this, all the lakes are either full or almost there; and we've been needing that for quite some time. On the darkly humorous side (if there is one) all of my leftist friends are blaming this all on Trump; why am I not surprised? lol, but I'll leave that to the PF. Suffice to say, the rivers are really flowing, and I'm sure in these days of instant internet, everyone can see the destruction in relatively real time. The last time we had a flooding of this severity was the Memorial Day floods of 1981.

Serious amount of rain for sure. It has no where to go but downhill and then it gets dangerous.

Even here where I live there are people who lose their lives trying to drive though flash flooded roads.

It was very sad to hear about those girls at that camp. They never had a chance the way it sounds.

What happened in Kerr County is just heartbreaking. Up here at 5,730 feet we had a pocket of T-storm rain in just a couple of hours last week -- five inches in the lower Mimbres valley -- that closed Highway 180 between Deming and Silver City for much of a day until the flooding subsided. Folks here pray for the summer monsoon season, but one must be careful what one asks for. Thanks gosh it helped put out our 47,000-acre wildfire in the Gila.

Son, you move around more than anyone I know.

The first flash flood I ever saw was when my dad was taking us to Caballo Reservoir to go fishing. The highway was blocked. We got out and walked to the front of the line. It was unbelievable. The skies were clear, almost no clouds, but you could see a storm back in the mountains. The flash flood was about 300 yards wide and building. Hail was stacked up two feet deep on the borders of the flood, and then the fence posts started popping it sounded like a deer rifle being fired. We all backed up as the flash flood grew.

Then we couldn't believe it, a old Mexican man with two grandkids pulled around all the backed-up traffic, and drove into the flood in an old pickup truck. He had bales of hay in the back. He made it about fifty yards before starting to slide sideways, pushed by the flood. His wheels on the right obviously dropped off the pavement, and there he sat rocking back and forth as the water pushed on the driver's side of the pickup. He crawled out of the window into the bed of hay bales and pulled each of his grandsons into the bed through the window also. They were hanging on for dear life while the pickup would lift onto two wheels than drop back on four with each surge of water.

Luckily we had a hero. An eighteen wheeler driver jumped in his cab and drove slowly into the flood and pulled alongside the old pickup until his passenger side window was across from the pickup bed. The pickup quit rocking for the most part because the rig blocked the force of the water. The old man handed each kid through the window to the truck driver, and crawled through the window into the cab himself. The driver then backed his rig back to safety.

As soon as his cab cleared the old pickup and the full force of the flash flood could hit it again, it lasted about five minutes then started flipping and disappeared downstream. They would have all died if that truck driver hadn't had the balls to go get them.

I've only seen a few flash floods and they are not to be f*cked with; yet there always seems to be some dumb-ass willing to bog off into it and die.

Wow. Near Caballo, you say?

North of Hatch. The thunderstorm and hail were falling on the east flank of the Black Range. Men were saying that the bodies would have ended up being found in Caballo. I don't know if that was true, but it made an impression on me. That was back in the early 60s.

My son had loaned one of his lift trucks to a buddy and went over there the other day to Sandy Creek where the guy lived to check on it. It had been washed about 100 yards away + judging from all the debris in the cab, it had been inundated completely underwater. He's going to drain all the fluids + maybe it will be salvageable. When the guy went home during the rain last Friday at one in the morning it was raining so hard he decided to wait in his truck until the rain let up to get in his house, but he fell asleep + only woke up later when he felt his truck moving. He was being floated away. He managed to drive to higher ground, but his trailer house was gone, along with his wife + kids. Needless to say, he's pretty messed up right now. There were about 500 trailer homes washed away in that little subdivision. It also washed away the only bridge getting in there, so there are a lot of folks over there that lost everything. My son said it looks really strange + different over there now, everything is gone, houses, trees + everything. It's just flat ground.