A Monsoon, Bwana, a Monsoon!

The rains came down and down. Then one leg of the power went out. Then we loaded up and headed to Riverton after turning the power off at the pole. The power company said they would call when the juice was restored-they didn't. Susie called and wondered if my power was out because theirs was and said Lander had much nicer weather and suggested I come home that way, as they had, foregoing the delays and the mud and muck on 17 Mile Road. Dined at the Golden Corral scoring a baked chicken breast for Buster, went to the Union Cellular Office where I learned my bagphone's days are numbered. Driving past the fairgrounds, the entire west side of them was a lake and firetrucks were pumping and clearing drains. The Wind River looked like springtime runoff. Drove in the rain toward Lander and was suddenly inspired to stop in Hudson Wyoming to do a load of laundry. That is a good little laundromat and I had the place to myself. It was rainy in Lander but not so much. There is standing water everywhere, roads, driveways, pastures, creeks are swollen, flood warnings are out. The power was restored according to Sue. I turned on the power at home and we were back in business. Sometimes when you don't go looking for adventure, adventure comes looking for you. My wheelbarrow was two/thirds full of rain water. The only gauge I have indicated a deluge and more is likely.