A few weeks after we moved into our house, the route to our old neighborhood (and Mom and Dad) got majorly disrupted. Anticipating huge amounts of water from the mountains, the city put in big, black pipes all the way down Grovecreek that effectively block our access. Instead of a 3 minute drive, it's now more like 10. It took quite a while for me to get used to it and stop complaining. It's not a permanent thing- just until the snow melts off the mountain (which is taking way longer than usual, since there is a TON of snow up there), and then they'll bury the pipes and we'll have our quick route back again.
A few weeks ago, Tim and I took a Sunday afternoon walk to Mom and Dad's- we walked along the pipe down to the canal. It was pretty neat to be able to hear the water rushing down the pipe. At one point, I heard what I thought was fireworks- but as it came closer and then past, I realized it was a rock bouncing down in the water inside the pipe. The amount of water coming out at the bottom is pretty amazing.
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