Finally

     I really don't know what to say about four and a quarter inches of rain during a drought dry enough to stop a stream.  But when I opened the door of the pickup this afternoon, the sound of water on rocks changed all my plans for the rest of the day.

The muddy Pond

The water-gauge caught the full force if current and debris.
When these leaves were pushed aside, the water level was seen
to be exactly what it was the first day it was driven into pond-mud. 

At first I couldn't believe that debris six feet up in these sycamores
could possibly have been from this weekend's flood.

But it was.  Here we have fresh debris at head-level twenty feet from the streamside.
The level of the Creek must have been higher by close
 to ten feet or so.  Four and a quarter inches means ten feet or more.

The Pool is up.  What happened to fish remains to be seen.

A slow walk with Walter to inspect the wonderful  changes.

This is how my dried out brain interpreted the joyous
 site of a little water in a little canyon.