I haven't posted in a bit but tonight was weird.

First of all, I saw two foxes, one really close. I thought it was a dog and tensed up, got ready to outrun it, but it flinched and ducked down in the grass eyeing me nervously until I left. Not a dog.

I was almost home, at the Cherry Creek trail. I noticed some puddles, and some sand on the path. Ok, maybe it rained harder in Denver than in Arvada. But... the creek was so high! I was all amazed by that for a while, and the puddles I was having to ride through were getting a bit bigger. Bigger to the point I had to slow way down and stand on my pedals, and I had to decide my line ahead of time because of course I couldn't see the path. Farther south, I had to start pedaling through the puddles. It was really weird and disorienting because it was so dark, and the water was moving pretty quick. I was actually sort of lost, not that I thought I had made a wrong turn or anything but everything just looked wrong. I had a choice at Arapahoe to exit or keep going. I kept going. I didn't want to take the extra time, or use the sidewalks on Speer, because I was just so close. I saw the trail underwater again ahead of me but it didn't look any bigger than the other spots. (I don't know what gave me that idea.) I started riding through, and the water was running fast. The water on the path was no longer overflow, it was part of the current. It was up to my ankles when I was pedalling. Someone yelled at me from above. I slowed down and answered, wondering if it was a cop, but it was just some drunk guy being drunk so I didn't stop since I didn't want to lose my momentum or concentration. But the path turns at some point in there, and I ended up with my front wheel falling off the path and getting stuck on a rock. I hopped off without falling but I had lost the path so I had to wade through until it dried up. The water was up to my knees, and still moving really quick. Nothing like unexpectedly strong water to get the adrenaline pumping (which is why I'm still awake.)

I exited at the next available spot and rode home, kind of shaky. like I said, weird commute.

It is not helpful to have my mind play back Real TV videos of people getting carried away in a foot of rushing floodwater when riding through running water.