Heavy rain again drives us into the Treadwell woods where there is evidence of last night’s storm. Broken cottonwood branches litter soggy trails. We see one dog and its owner when we arrive. We won’t see any other. Another effect of the storm.

Gulls huddle on the shoreline or cruise just off shore. Three American widgeons drift among them. For a few minutes a shaft of sunlight breaks through cloud cover, enhancing the little fall color that has survived the wind. But it doesn’t stop the rain.