As we got near the town of Hinsdale, Montana, I got my camera ready to take pictures of the Milk River, the tiny creek that flows under the highway there. It’s always such a picturesque sight and perhaps  I felt some affection for this coffee-with-cream coloured river because I’ve seen its northern reaches in Alberta.  But what a surprise to see the Milk River looking like one of our Great Lakes.

Past the bridge, the ditches were filled with water and the black cottonwoods that I love so much were soaking their feet in the muddy floodwaters.

Fields were flooded so high that the water nearly threatened to cross the highway at one point.

In the higher elevations the precipitation stuck to the hills as snow. Even this was unusual for early October, but I would rather see the moisture up there than flooding the fields.

In my next post I will show some of the devastation the flooding has caused.