This morning, I noticed something subtly difference about the appearance of the woods behind my house in our view from the second story skylight. Turns out they weren’t woods in more — they had become a lake.
The water appears to still be rising. I walked down Lynn to West North street and then down North West street (a ridiculous juxtaposition of names, especially considering that Northwest Road is just a few blocks away). There were people *everywhere* — it looked like a sporting event. Where Squalicum creek passes under Squalicum parkway and West street, the extremely capacious waterway had been completely overwhelmed, and the street surface looked like a river in its own right.
Crazy. Feels a little biblical. But cool, so long as Noah doesn’t forget to stop and pick me up before my backyard falls into the creek and washes out to Bellingham Bay.
