We went camping over a long weekend by a beautiful river. When we arrived The river was flowing at a decent speed. It was beautifully hot and sunny. This must have caused a rapid melt of snow off the mountains. The next morning we woke and took a hike and I was shocked at the change in the river. It was much higher, louder, and forceful. I watched the River rage. I watched it take limbs, rocks, soil, even a young tree or two. Anything that was in her path was simply washed away.