Saturday afternoon, a 50-year storm hit our area and caused a ton of damage. The rain was pouring down in sheets, quickly filling up the streets and overloading the drains in the city. Some of my kids and I went outside as our street became a river. The far end of the cul-de-sac had water about 3 feet deep.
My husband went to check out an apartment complex nearby and quickly came back to organize help for them -- people were bailing out buckets of water from their kitchens and living areas. He made some calls, then dashed back with buckets plus Lillian and Allison to help. They, along with a lot of the other men from our ward, went from unit to unit trying to prevent as much damage as possible. Still, the water continued to pour into homes. Many lost belongings, couches, cabinets, and floors. In the end, 45 of the 90 units in this complex were flooded, some with a few inches, others with up to a foot of water. Here's a picture a friend posted of her husband bailing out their porch:
A few homes in our neighborhood were also affected. My son Joey and his friends went door to door to see who needed help. My friend Rebecca had so much water pouring in her home that it broke two of her windows and her basement and preschool was flooded with up to a foot of muddy water.
Meanwhile, this was happening just down the street and up the hill:
Sunday, I took Joey around to see some of the damage nearby.
The road on the top of the hill caved in and caused a massive mud/rock/debris slide, hitting an office building below. This is just down the street from my house.
A woman who works in the affected building posted these photos of what happened inside:
A park nearby was hit pretty hard as well.
(I didn't realize how dangerous this spot was until after I got closer. Joey and I got away pretty quickly -- that staircase is holding onto nothing right now and could topple at any minute. There's caution tape all around the spot above but people were still crossing it, standing on that park bench and taking photos because from above, it's difficult to see how precarious that spot is)
Staircase is holding on by who knows what -- there are gaping holes on the other side of it.
And some photos from up above:
We have many friends who are digging out, trying to clean their flooded apartments, keep mold from growing, dry out their furniture and belongings, and rip up their carpets and ruined floors. It's been a crazy few days.