The day alternates grey and gold as we bike along the two-lane asphalt path from our house, the sun obscured then revealed by dark, swirling clouds that loom overhead.
We are making a quick trip to see again what has been the top story in local news for many weeks now, the swelling Boise River. We heard its flow increased even more this week.
I took a minute a few weeks ago to see how much higher the flows would need to be to reach our house. We aren’t too far from the river. We’re safe for a few thousand more cubic feet per second, which isn’t remotely predicted.