On Sunday, the Stillaguamish valley flooded. Fortunately, the preparations, sandbags, and temporary berms mitigated much of the damage that could have happened. The aftermath, though, was pretty amazing. The river picked up just everything and threw it around. I had to dodge the odd refrigerator as I drove down a newly unswamped road on my way to work. It was surreal.

There was one amazing site, though. The tundra swans who annually migrate here took advantage of the flooded fields to go for a luxurious swim. Whole flocks of these huge, white birds were floating around the wide, water-logged fields. I felt like I was driving through a massive lake without end, surround by swans.