Not covered with mines and body parts. But meadows swamped with mud. Streams still all over, and engineers with bulldozers peering at them quizzically. Heaps of chunked dead tree and hillocks of stony mud by the road, which thankfully isn't washed out. (As was highway 34 through the canyon toward Rocky Mountain National Park.
Some buildings just kind of melty at the base.
The field where some Boy Scout troop usually does a Haunted Something fundraiser has a sign out cancelling for this eyar and blaming the witches. (Sorry, any Wiccans who might take this personally. They think it's a frolicsome joke.)
I should take pictures. And show you.
Despite a couple of weeks of looking, though, I haven't.
It's a shock I keep seeking.