Cropland lay deep under mud. Woods had vanished. Thirty years later, a mountainside overlooking Davis Creek still displays huge tears in its forest cloak. To a surprising degree, the Earth's wounds have closed. New timber has replaced the trees that flew like arrows that night.
Soil again covers rock exposed by landslides.
Beef cattle, cornrows and apple orchards occupy bottomland that was lunar in its desolation. It's the storm's survivors, who lost those they loved and endured the night's terrors, who bear scars today. It depicts a man on a ship in a wild sea, rain slashing the deck, lightning bolts above, both fear and hope in his eyes. The Raines family shortly before the disaster. Warren, then 14, is at far right, and pictured today in the inset photo.