| Outside hotel room. Sunday morning |
And who names anybody Irma anymore. What a dumb name. When was the last time you met a five year old named Irma? And if you did you immediately knew this kid was destined for bingo and quilting bees.
We (Gary) worked on closing up both houses all week and really it does take a long time to bring in all 500 plants not to mention 500 wind chimes and patio furniture. And then climb over it in a dark house while you board up the windows and secure everything that may be a projectile.
| Our house boarded up |
Gas stations ran out of gas and when they got some every car in the surrounding five miles made a run for it. Lines were out on the road. The police had to block traffic for gas lines. Home Depot became the most popular store in the area. There were fights over plywood and generators. Things a girl from Minnesota never experienced before and then it hits you that this is real.
| Bathtub filled |
We were going to hunker down in our rental with smaller windows and more protection but the intensity and direction of Irma was too stressful. After changing our minds over and over and over again, we made the decision at 5:30 Saturday night to make a run for east Florida. We got the last dog friendly room in Ft. Lauderdale and while it is no vacation we are feeling much safer. The drive here took us about two hours of Gary white knuckling every mile while gray hairs sprang out of my head. Rain was just starting to fall as we approached Naples but turned torrential off and on as we got on Alligator Alley and there was no turning back. Literally there is no where to turn back. Note to self - add hair color to emergency kit.
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