Looking down on all the water which had flooded the homes below was a sight her four-year-old eyes had never seen.
She had experienced booming thunder and lightning with heavy cloudbursts of rain hitting the windshield and the top of the pickup in which she and her younger brother were sitting alone while waiting for their dad to return from the auction yard. That had been an exciting break in their boredom, but to see the result of flooding and the demolition of the second largest city in the state with homes and piece of buildings floating in the aftermath wasn’t exciting. It was frightening and alarming to her as she imagined all the people who might not have been able to escape from the unforeseen calamity that struck and destroyed in a single day.
Her family had taken the trip northward to see her Grandma who lived where it often rained. Since her Grandma didn’t drive and wanted to see for herself the scene of the Vanport flood, they took her for a ride and found themselves in a heavy line of travelers with a similar intent that unforgettable day.