We Are Not Waterproof
On September 12, 2013, it looked like a slurry of chocolate milk was flowing under the bridge near my home on the north end of Boulder, Colorado. A couple of days earlier, there was only a dry creek bed, a bike path, a few shady characters, and a strong smell of marijuana under this bridge. I regula...
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Zusammenfassung: | On September 12, 2013, it looked like a slurry of chocolate milk was flowing under the bridge near my home on the north end of Boulder, Colorado. A couple of days earlier, there was only a dry creek bed, a bike path, a few shady characters, and a strong smell of marijuana under this bridge. I regularly passed by en route to a park at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. But on September 12, there was no way to get through. There was only muddy water, at least six feet deep, and the rain continued to fall. Flood tourists |
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