Out of the three routes that I can take to get to work, two are now out of commission and underwater. The third has signs warning that the road is submerged but it hasn't been whenever I've been on it. It's just beside and only slightly above the Hood Canal, though, and I'm expecting some trouble in the near future if the rain doesn't quit for a few days.
Big Yard was underwater the other day. It seemed to be above the surface last night but some of it has washed onto the walkways. The creek between R-6 and R-7 now has islands and can be forded safely. (There is not supposed to be a creek there, or any other body of water for that matter.) There has been some flooding in the tunnels. I don't know what the basements in the living units look like (I worked the Infirmary last night) but I have no wish to check.
I was out at the range earlier this week; it had recently been renovated. I walked out to the 200 yard line to find out where in the hell my gongs had gone. I hit the quicksand at about 180 yards and suddenly remembered that newly graded sandy soil is not always entirely stable after a heavy rainfall. Cndrm was kind enough to shout encouragement from the (dry) rangehouse while I flailed and cursed my way back to the line. I never made it to the gongs. They sank, as far as I know. I don't think that I'm going to head back there to check until the rain stops. (Mid-June at the earliest.)
For all the time that I spent during the summer griping about the lack of rain, we now have entirely too much of it. Such is life in Washington.