On our way down to Yachats

Sue’s brother Mark tells us there have been 80 inches of rain in Oregon since this time last year, and 40 inches have fallen since January. Then all the snow-melt. The rivers are swollen and raging, and on the way down to Yachats we paused to look at the boat-ramp by the Alsea River. It’s usually a pleasant little stream about ten feet wide, tadpoles darting among striated rocks near the shore, a pleasant place for a dinghy in which a couple of tourists might do a bit of desultory fishing. We ran through our words for such wetness: soaked, swollen, sodden, soggy, inundated, saturated, gushing, thrumming, feel free to add your own.