Today was my third day of class and the second day of rain. What is neat, yet scary about rain here is that it doesn’t happen that often.
Arizona is a dry area, which is why there isn’t any grass, except on golf courses. In Sedona and the surrounding areas, are nothing but hills and rocks. The least bit of rain that falls on the area collects up in the hills and combines on its way down. When it gets to the bottom, it is massive amounts of water.
There is a small bridge where the lower end of Sedona connects to Schnebly Hill Road. Usually, the water running under it is quite low. Today it was tremendous. People were stopping to get out and look at it (as did we). It was very picturesque, and very loud. The two days of rain is much more than they usually get at one time.
Driving up the mountain later, we saw where there were roads that connected to the one we were on. These roads would go downhill for about 12 feet, go across a ditch–like area, and then back up the other side to a house, or houses. Today, those roads were under 10 feet of water. I’d hate to have to live out here during the winter thaw.
It all brings about the feeling of how small we are in comparison with nature... as it should.