6:00 pm - I am hungry.
6:05 - I find out what the cooking team is making today. (We have set up an LMF-like system - two-person teams and no food steward.) The menu turns out to be mushroom turnovers. Yum! Three of them for ten people, and nothing else. Oops?
6:30 - I decide to have dinner with my parents.
7:00 - We get to the Duluth Grill. Btw, this is just about the most awesome restaurant ever. Here is an indication of the amount of food they pile in front of you. It's also really cheap, and organic, and they grow their own everything, and their menu is about a mile long.
8:00 - We notice it's raining.
8:30 - We leave the restaurant, and make a break for the car, because it's now Raining. I drive back very slowly to where we are staying.
8:40 - I park the car, but we can't get into the building, because there is a puddle about 10 feet wide in front of it. We go around the side, running through the downpour. The stream beside the building is very swollen. My parents go to their room, I go back to the research program.
9-11 - I skype people, procrastinate, start playing cards with the rest of the program. I tell them it is wet outside. They are not interested.
11:30 - We look out the window and notice the stream is almost up to the bridge. We decide to investigate when we are done with the game.
12:10 - My team narrowly defeats that of another advisor, whose birthday it is (sorry, Adam! I'm making you a cake!). We prepare to go out and look at the stream.
12:15 - We open the door and find that the stream has come to us, being now about 30 feet wide and almost at the walls of the building. The storm drains are now fountains, overflowing with water from further up the hill. We splash about and get thoroughly soaked, to the enjoyment of all. I discover a puddle that is almost up to my waist. We watch the stream (now river) rage and we almost get hit by lightning. It is now RAINING and thundering and storming.
12:30 - I go inside and take a shower - hot and from a faucet - and go to sleep.
This morning, I got up and went for a run to one of my usual trails. There is normally a stream here, called Chester Creek. This is what it looked like today:
I talked to some of the other onlookers. Apparently, 8 inches of rain fell in Duluth overnight. (!!!!) Downtown, at the bottom of the huge hill on which the city is built, there are places with 12 feet of water. Roads have caved in. Power is out in many places. People are kayaking in the streets. A donkey named Ashley died at the local zoo. The county looks like it will be declared a disaster area, in the face of its worst flooding since 1972. And there are more thunderstorms on their way. Fast.
As I turn back from Chester Creek, a thunderstorm comes overhead. Fast. Within moments, I am soaked. Water is coming from all directions - the air is just as much a puddle as the ground. I didn't fully appreciate before how a rain "shower" can in fact deliver as much water as a normal one.
That thunderstorm is now over, but apparently there are 2 more inches of water in store for us. The Land of 10,000 Lakes seems likely to become the Land of One Big Lake. I will be out running somewhere in the middle of it.