Rushing Rivers

I always am surprised when Gary can be so quick witted at any time of the day. Early this morning as we passed by Rock Creek Montana, we spotted a billboard advertising their Testicle Festival. Gary immediately says, "That town has a lot of balls to do that," like it was normal conversation. 

Today we watched the Clark Fork River swell out of its banks, grabbing trees and occasionally small sheds as it plunged forward.  I know that other areas of the Northwest like Grand Forks and Curlew are being deluged right now. It is so interesting that when we try to control everything in our lives, we cannot control Mother Nature.

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