This past May I was lucky to enjoy a beautiful family trip to visit with our son in Boulder, Colorado. I also got to fit in a visit with my friend, luthier and preservation carpenter, Wilson Burnham, who lives north of there in a pretty rugged and rural location. Many readers will know Wilson from his excellent blog. He wrote a nice post about my visit: http://guitarluthier.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-visit-with-tico-vogt.html.
It is my intention to reciprocate with my own post about my time at his sweet log cabin home and workshop in the Rockies. Mother Nature has, however, interrupted things in a very big way.
Here is a picture I took on the way to Wilson’s place after passing through the small town of Lyons back in May:
Here is an A.P. photo taken along the route taken last Friday:
It is a reminder of the colossal storm that devastated the region I live in two years ago: Tropical Storm Irene, here shown turning a mild Vermont trout stream into deadly white water:
A tiny ankle-deep creek that runs through the western edge of our property rose nine feet.
The grandeur of the steep mountains is mighty uplifting until a hundred year storm happens. Then they look like the walls of a funnel.
I contacted Wilson and was relieved to learn that he and Amanda are safe, having left Colorado to go on vacation to New Mexico “two hours before roads began washing away.” There is a rockslide blocking their only way home but they are sad to miss out on the worst flood since 1894.
As I write, it’s still raining there.
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