"Watch your footing," Melody Fairchild warned as we ran up the
small flowing creek that used to be a trail in the hills west of
town. "It is going to be slippery."  Indeed it was. Running in
the rain Sunday morning was slippery and dangerous, as well as
magnificent and awe-inspiring in the face of the power unleashed
in this great flood of 2013.  Like most Boulder-area residents,
I was transfixed by the rain that kept coming down and by the
resulting destruction, not just of homes, cars and creekbeds,
but of our feeling of stability and normalcy.  I had not been to
my house in Fourmile Canyon since fleeing the rising waters
Wednesday, and with the reports circulating of the people
trapped in Lyons and Jamestown, and of trees, roads and houses
being swallowed by the water, I had no idea what to expect.
Fourmile Canyon Fourmile Canyon ( Glen Delman )  Friends had
warned me to expect the worst. I had heard reports of a 17-foot
"wall of water" coming down from Emerson Gulch, about eight
miles northwest of my hou