One of the things I love best about Wrightwood is what happens after Sheep Creek washes out. I'm on Easter so have often experienced this. Half the town from both sides of the wash show up to take pictures, visit, exclaim with amazement, share flood stories. One teenager was walking out on the mud flow and sank down to her knees -- if she were in danger 25 people would have gone in after her, but as it is she was laughing as she squished back. Once she got up on solid road we all clapped and cheered. And I met two perfectly lovely people and had a great time talking to them. Oh -- and my 11-year-old had such fun that he exclaimed, "I love Wrightwood."
Me too.