Of all the natural disasters there are in the world, nothing scares the pee terrifies me more than hurricanes, especially living on Chincoteague Island. We’ve weathered more tropical depressions than I care to remember (love the one last year where my house turned into a houseboat) and I’ve only been here a few years. Do I remember it being so bad in earlier years?
We’ve been tracking Hurricane Earl (now I hear there are 3 more out there waiting to descend on the east coast) since yesterday.
Looks like this storm is going to do some powerful damage before it’s all said and done, but we’ve decided to batten down the hatches and weather it out unless we’re evacuated.
I’ve got to run into town to find some hurricane candles in case the electricity goes out and some doggie food (thank god for hand can openers), stop off at the bank and fill my gas tank up.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to hit the Outer Banks and we’ll know more what we’re dealing with. In the morning, my daughter and I are heading out to the store before everyone else does to stock up on some food. The only fear I have is that the electricity goes out so we’ll have to stock up on stuff that can be eaten without cooking, too.
According to what I can figure out, rain should start Thursday night and Friday morning, it’ll be upon us. The eye is supposed to stay out in the Atlantic thanks to that wonderful trough that’s going to keep it out there (so we’re hoping).
If we don’t get evacuated, I’ll be taking pictures and video as it passes over.
Wish us good luck and safety!
Until next time,