Never in all the decades that E has been coming to John Bryan has she seen the river this high, after the heavy rains. It looked like a wide raging Little Mississippi instead of Miami. The rushing water came up over banks, trees, islands, and paths, and formed a strong whirlpool where there wasn’t one before. The woods were like a cool jungle, with lots of waterfalls. Note how high the water came up the bridge foundations. The bench, normally on dry land, had water lapping up against it.