(But, PLEASE, don’t be any worse.)
Having always lived in southeast Virginia, the word “hurricane” was in my vocabulary from an early age. My memories of a few storms from my childhood include lost electricity, rainwater in the house, and power lines on the ground after the storm passed.
Since I’ve been an adult, there’ve been a couple that have gotten our attention. Floyd, in 1999, was one to remember, but probably the worst was Isabel in 2003.
We’re now under a hurricane warning, and preparing for Hurricane Irene. And she’s predicted to be a doozy. So I thought I’d share some pictures of Isabel. Just to give you an idea of how our scenery changed around here while she was in town.
If you’re a regular reader here, you may recall seeing pictures of this pier out to the marina in front of our house.
During Isabel, it floated BY our house.
The following day, the marina was pierless.
This picture of our side yard was taken from our garage door earlier this summer, during our little Poker Run party.
This next photo is of the same side yard during Isabel. Yes, that’s the Pagan River IN our yard.
And finally, this is looking down on our deck from an upstairs window – on a “normal” day.
And this was taken during a most abnormal day, the day of Isabel. Once again, the river IN our yard.
We didn’t evacuate, our house didn’t flood, and although we lost approximately 20 trees during the storm, none of them fell on our house. Oh, and we were without power for several days.
Is it easy to see why we’re not looking forward to the next 48 hours?