Minnesota just got out of the wettest June in history, and downtown Saint Paul bore the brunt of it.
Shepard Road completely flooded near my apartment. Raspberry Island was close to disappearing too.
The flooding was quite the tourist attraction.
Wabasha and Robert Street bridges were covered with photographers and onlookers.
The pictures livened up my dull Instagram account, but downtown St. Paul is situated on a bluff, so the only things that actually got flooded by were a bunch of parks, surface lots, and the street by the river.
I’m glad that our tsunami season is over.
I had the horrible experience of being stuck in one of the storms during a dog walk – Gunter and I were halfway across the High Bridge when we saw a huge wall of rain rush down the river valley. We ran to a wooded area for cover, but eventually got so soaked that we had to start walking home.
I haven’t been soaked to my underbritches since leaving Miami, and I don’t miss that gross feeling at all.