When I was living in Potrerillos people would sometimes ask me what happened to the huge amount of rain we’d get. After all, September saw a record SIX FEET of the stuff. My answer was we live near the top of a mountain. It all goes down hill.
Well, now I’m living at the bottom of the hills. Two thousand some odd feet lower, anyway, and right beside a small river. The rainy season is supposed to be drawing to a conclusion but we’re still getting some tremendous rainstorms. When the weather is nice the river beside the house looks like this:
Take a look at the rocks in the river during its tranquil stage and try to keep them in mind. The large rock in the upper right of the frame is about 2/3 the size of a Volkswagen Beetle.
Yesterday we had a real downpour that lasted for several hours and it filled the ditches beside the road leading down towards the house and then into the river:
Now, remember those rocks? Now you see ’em, now you don’t:
That’s a lot of water sluicing through and it cuts under the bank with pretty good force. The greatest force is always on the outside of a river’s bend and that’s what’s aiming at the house’s back yard. I haven’t seen anything caving in but it’s only a matter of time. It’s about 20 yards from the fence to the drop off into the river. Nature will eventually take its toll.