It's still raining. But they're reporting that the water level on Sumas Prairie has dropped about 6 inches, in spite of the rain. A smidgen of good news.
Here's another unnamed waterfall; at least this one falls into Buttle Lake, a lonely lake, and it pours under the road, not over it, flooding no farmlands, no houses. A friendly waterfall.
|Tumbling down the mountain, from far above.|
|There's always a small pool at the bottom.|
I stood there on the road, listening to the water; the spray was fresh on my cheeks and smelled of green, of cedars and firs, of wet rock.