Here in Savannah we are on the other side of Hurricane Matthew now.
We spent a week waiting and watching as this massive storm made its slow march up the Atlantic coast line.
As it unleashed its wrath over town after town, we waited to hear about those in those areas that had to flee.
Bill was in Melbourne, Florida for work. I had intended on going along with him this trip, but, last minute, decided to stay home.
The storm was heading up the coast, so Bill finished his work early and on Wednesday headed up I-95 home. I was worried there may be a lot of evacuation traffic, but he said the road was clear and the drive was uneventful.
Thursday I headed to Hinesville to help some friends clear off their patios in preparation for the strong winds that would be flying through there. Hinesville was pretty much closed down by 2:00.
I headed home to wait for what it might bring to us.
The islands were under mandatory evacuation first, of course, but as the day progressed our county was ordered to evacuate; all those east of I-95. We live just west of the interstate.
We decided to stay home.
If you’ve been in Savannah, you know that it is an area full of trees. Around those trees are more trees. Old oak trees line every street. Tall, spindly pine trees are everywhere!
Several years ago, we had a little experience with these trees in Florida and Hurricane Frances in 2004.
The damage was minimal for us. The trees landed on the carport blocking the cars in, but it did answer the question as to why the neighbors were parking their cars across the street in the church parking lot.
Wires were down knocking out the power for the neighborhood, but we were not hurt. Our friends drove over and picked us up and we stayed at their house for a few days. (Thanks Mike and Debbie!)
When Matthew reared it’s ugly head and the evacuation orders started coming out for Savannah we had some decisions to make.
Our neighborhood has no trees. Well, trees were planted, but no tall, spindly pine trees that sound like gunshots when they snap in a strong wind. This also helps immensely with the allergies that plague us here. Pine pollen is evil.
We cleared the patios, rolled the trash cans into the garage and found a sitter for Mary’s car. Yeah. I had visions of debris flying through the air and we with two brand new cars and a huge insurance bill, asked our sweet neighbor if they had room in their garage.
With the cars tucked away, we gathered everything we could put water into and filled the tubs.
We gathered the candles and flashlights.
And watched and waited.
Friday was more nerve wracking than I thought. I had grand plans on getting more things loaded up into my Etsy Shop, but I couldn’t really focus on anything. I sat and crocheted (another blanket about ready for Etsy!) and watched shows that had been recorded, checking on the storm in between.
Bill and I grew up in Southern California where the natural disasters consist of earthquakes and fires.
I think I prefer earthquakes.
You don’t know they’re coming. They hit. You survive or you don’t.
Hurricanes take their time. Days upon days of hearing we may be in its path. Waiting and watching, wondering where it will turn.
It was projected to get to Savannah during the night and because it was so massive I was really uncomfortable just going to bed, not knowing when we might start getting hit. I was really tired, though, so Bill took first watch and stayed up.
I actually slept.
We really started getting pelted around 4 a.m. The neighbors had left their trash cans on their patio and each of them hit our house. One hit so hard I thought something had fallen upstairs; hard. Bill ran up to look but there was nothing. Then we thought it was something in the attic that had fallen over. But, no. It was a trash can slamming so hard into the side of the house the whole house shook. Fortunately, it missed the windows.
Other than a couple caps off the fence flying off in the wind, we had no damage whatsoever.
Bill entertained the dogs… or rather, the dogs made Bill entertain them…
And we had a hurricane house guest, Lucy.
The neighborhood has been quiet. The people who evacuated will be able to come back into the county today as of 5 o’clock. The airport has been closed. The only thing in the sky has been the helicopters flying overhead assessing the damages.
We are fortunate to live where we do. We came through this with power and no damage.
And I’m so glad there are no trees.
Waiting for the storm, Broughton St in Savannah is empty.
Click on the picture for more details about Matthews aftermath here in Savannah.
(the last two photos I got from the news webpage. I did not take them.)