This storm is making me a wee bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. We keep “escaping” a direct hit … Katrina, Rita, Gustav …. it’s only a matter of time before our number is up. We still have water, canned goods, that kind of thing. But to tell you the truth … we’re a measly 8 miles from the beach and the only thing between us and the beach is a saltwater marsh wild life refuge. Sigh. I’d probably stay here through a tropical storm, or possibly even a Cat 1 hurricane. But anything stronger than that, I’d feel mighty inclined to head a little further inland. I just don’t know that our 60 year old, frame house with cement siding is up to handling a major storm.
And I’d much rather err on the side of caution … evacuate and come home to find all is okay, rather than stay here and wish I’d done the sensible thing and evacuated when I had the chance.
Any of you remember this photo?
This is a house a few blocks down from ours after a particularly good rain storm about a year or so ago. Not even a “tropical storm” … granted, it’s so dry around here right now, the ground might soak it up a lot faster, but as much rain as tropical storms and hurricanes dump, I’m not sure it’s a good gamble. We didn’t have a flooded yard when this happened, but who knows what might happen with Ike?
I’ll be checking in with ya’ll later.