Let me say first that I have nothing but empathy for the denizens of Colorado--what they're enduring is terrible. My up-close brush with a natural disaster was with a wildfire, but I know what a terrible and surreal experience it is. I hope this is the end of the flooding and I wish them godspeed in getting their lives and communities back to normal.
That said, I experienced the flooding from a much safer distance and this is the experience I had.
For our 26th wedding anniversary (August 1), Mr. Fix-it and I gave each other a trip to Fort Collins to see MVP and Mandy's new digs. And also just because we think they are very cool people and we want to spend time with them. I booked the trip (on points! praise be to Southwestern's Rapid Rewards program) for Mr. Fix-it's birthday weekend.
Thursday night's plan was for me to get home at 5, pack quickly and head to the airport for a 7:20 flight. The amended plan (praise be to getting a text message your flight is delayed before you've left for the airport) included renting a car, leisurely packing, a moderate amount of housework and a home pedicure before heading to the airport for an 10:50 flight.
Budget was out of the compact rental car I'd reserved, so we got a Ford Expedition (which is a vehicle I pretty much hate due to its terrible gas mileage and the need to hoist oneself in and out of it). Sidenote: I tweeted about this and got a $20 credit from Budget.
Around 4 a.m. we were trying every route we could think of to get to Mr. Fix-it's place, but all were closed due to the flooding. Sidenote: I learned lots about the way the Poudre river runs. Eventually we stopped to ask a police officer for directions (I was fairly insistent at this point) who directed us to the very route that was next on Mr. Fix-it's list to try. If only I knew.
At this point, we decided to go to breakfast so we could legit say we pulled an all-nighter for MFI's 51st birthday (also, you know if you wake someone up at 4 a.m. they won't go back to sleep). We had the best food I've ever had at an iHop. The cook was great and we got to know a lot about the waiter working the night shift and was pretty hungry for intelligent conversation. It was a fitting segue into life in Fort Collins.
When we did get to MVP's place, and after a few hours shut-eye, we were pretty impressed with the view.
It strikes me that as this is now at 453 . . . 454 . . . words, I'm going to save the rest of the story. I think you'll like the rest, so do come back.