Wednesday, November 11, 2020

right to the edge .......

10:00 pm, Wednesday

'(Man) On the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown'.  A storm surge had unexpectedly risen up around our island home's perimeter, as Hurricane Eta, twisting and turning for over a week, suddenly became our local worst nightmare. She came straight up the west coast of Florida, and unfortunately coincided with the new moon's highest tide.

The wind blew heavy, the rain came in squall like sheets, while the power flickered on and off. 

With that last little bit of daylight, I watched our saltwater lagoon begin lapping over the seawall. Two hours later, our entire property was under two-and-half feet of water. My darkroom flooded from under it's double doors while our utility room drowned from the rising tide.

Power came back on for short periods revealing the extent of the flooding. The whole of the property was now near knee-deep from the Gulf waters. The tidal surge had come within an inch of breaching our home's interior, lapping at the numerous sliding glass doors, and nearly flooding the whole damn house.  Nearing mid-November's end of hurricane season, all is hard to believe.




2 comments:

  1. Wow that looks insane. Sorry to hear she hit you so hard. Love you dad. Stay strong. I’ll come help with the yard.

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  2. Spent the afternoon today in the darkroom, cutting out all the soaked carpet, under the counters, sink, floor etc. Started to smell like dead fish in there. But didn't find even one.

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