Yesterday, the tail end of Hurricane Rosa went through Phoenix. This is an event people who live somewhere else call “rain.” An interesting impact was the overall drop in the average driving speed by about 5 mph. Even the jerks and weavers were doing so at a more reasonable speed.
Other than some gutter flooding, problems were minimal*. I’ve been impressed with the watershed management in Phoenix, and in Sun City in particular. (“Watershed” is what people who live somewhere else call “flash flooding.”) All that green space did its job. (“Green” is what people who live somewhere else call “light beige unless it’s a golf course.”)
Betty Webb shared a legend at September’s Phoenix Writers Club about German WWII POWs interred at a camp east of Phoenix looking at a map of the area someone smuggled in. Since they were German navy, and since the map they were looking at showed they were surrounded by all sorts of waterways, they decided to construct a raft and make their escape by floating downstream on the Salt River. Little did they know that “rivers” are what people who live somewhere else call “big, empty ditches.”
*Edited to add: In my neighborhood, that is. There was some nasty flooding on I-10 and in Scottsdale.