The creek is not running on our land. It has some puddles in it, obviously dirty floodwater puddles. So 8.5 inches produced a flash-flood pulse of water, but no real flow. This was also true of creeks crossed on the way home Sunday--signs of the flash floods, but no current in them. Creekbeds here need to be wet to hold water, and the springs that feed them are probably still short of water...8.5 inches of rain (or even the 10 or 12 inches that some places got) doesn't make up a 30+ inch deficit over the past two years. Groundwater needs to come up a long way. However, there was still water in the bottom of the hand-dug well (very little but some) which is a measure of where the groundwater is.
Clearer water is still standing or moving across our grass, but it's down considerably. One tributary of the creek had a small amount of flowing water, but that may be due to the rocks we put down for a vehicle crossing, which acts as a partial dam and holds back some floodwater for awhile. We did not take the difficult (in a post-flash-flood situation) hike to the west fenceline to see if more water was still coming in there; the pool above the rock crossing looked more like flood water than flow.
A lot of soil got moved in this flash flood. Some of it was ours, alas. The years of drought had made the clay dry out into powdery stuff that was easily swept away by the water. Walking was difficult--more difficult, perhaps, because I was wearing mesh shoes designed for wear around a pool or in the shower. They did not stay on well in mud. I did not always stay upright in mud. This is why there are few pictures from today's walk around the place. Clay mud is not good for cameras. (Camera did not land in the mud. The other walker had tall boots on and didn't fall down.)