Chapter 77-2
A roiling sheet of water, several feet high, appeared uphill from them. It bore down, crashing and raging. “Flash flood!” Michael shouted, his voice tight. To the north and south of them the mountainsides sloped steeply upward. The village men turned and ran back to the hilltop as Michael and the students exchanged panicked looks near the bottom of a deep, flat, dry gully. Signs of earlier floods surrounded them, floods that had torn through at speeds that ripped away trees, shrubs, and loose rock. The prior night’s rainfall followed by warm weather must have melted snow at higher elevations and triggered the massive run-off. A wall of water hit and knocked them off their feet, tossing them as they were a child’s toys. Michael tried to reach Rachel and Brandi but his outstretched hand
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