What Is In Your Emergency Kit?

With Southern California out with no electricity, homes burning up in Texas, tornadoes across the country, devastating heat waves, much of the Northeast under water (and more water), earthquakes, and the threat of terrorism in New York and Washington DC (which means it could happen anywhere), are you ready? Is your emergency kit been inspected, updated, and do you even know where it is?

ocnspr3house1standAt a minimum, your emergency kit needs:

  • First Aid Kit
  • Blankets
  • Bleach
  • Camp Stove And Fuel
  • Can Opener
  • Candles
  • Compass
  • Duct Tape
  • Dust Mask
  • Extra Batteries (Of All Sizes)
  • Extra Glasses And/Or Contacts (And Prescription Information)
  • Fishing Lines And Hooks (Or Simple Hunting Gear)
  • Flares
  • Flashlight
  • Hats
  • Knife
  • Latex Gloves
  • Maps
  • Matches/Lighter
  • Medications For Pain, Diarrhea and Constipation
  • Pet Food
  • Pots/Pans/Dishes For Food Preparation
  • Prescriptions (Actual And Paper Refill Permissions)
  • Preserved Food
  • Radio – Battery Powered and/or Crank
  • Rain Gear
  • Rope
  • Salt
  • Scissors
  • Sewing Kit
  • Signal Mirror
  • Sugar
  • Preservable Condiments
  • Sun Lotion
  • Sunglasses
  • Towels
  • Trash Bags
  • Water
  • Whistle
  • Wrench/Pliers And Basic Tools
  • Writing Equipment

Sure, it’s easy to buy a ready-made kit, but don’t trust it after a year. Check it. Replace all bandages that have aged (lost their sticky), water, food, and medicines that have passed their expiration date. Make sure there is enough water for at least three days for drinking, cleaning, cooking, and personal use. Ensure it is stored in BP free, potable containers and change it every nine to twelve months.

Games and books to read out loud or alone are excellent for families and groups. There is nothing like a good book to distract and make time pass quickly. Continue reading

Two Months After Hurricane Katrina – Into New Orleans

Not knowing the intimate details of the damage left behind from Hurricane Katrina, I assumed I’d seen the worst of it in Ocean Springs. Everyone talks about how bad New Orleans is, but from the little television and Internet coverage I saw before making this journey, buildings were still standing in New Orleans, so this had to be the worst scenes of devastation, right?

I drove through the town of Ocean Springs, right down a main street in the original part of town. Traffic was heavy, so I had time to read all the signs that announced “We’re Open for Business” and “We’re NOT Going Out of Business!” While some of the old brick and wood structures were standing proud, the plague of blue tarp syndrome dotted their roofs. A big banner announcing the Fall Arts Festival happening this past weekend was hung between two oak trees that withstood the 150 plus mile an hour winds with nary a broken branch. Amazing to think that not two or three blocks away, a trash heap represented what remained of five or six homes.

Before leaving the area, I needed some lunch. I’d brought food just in case, but I’d spotted the remnants of a Wendy’s burger joint not far down Highway 90 on my way in, and they were open. Curiousity more than nutrition sent me there for lunch.

Nothing remained of the bright red Wendy’s sign on metal posts high above the building, but the Wendy’s brand marketing of uniform architecture was a tell tale sign that this was indeed a Wendy’s. With all the hard work Wendy’s owner, Dave Thomas, did on behave of adoption, himself being an adopted child, and his work with children, I’m sure that he would be proud of his Wendy’s employees who jumped to work to get the restaurants back up and running fast, even in spite of the devastation to their community. Having met him briefly many years ago, I also know that he would have been right there leading the pack with support, donations, and help for Katrina victims. So I felt I honored his life somewhat by having lunch with him, at least in spirit.

Inside, the place was clean and functioning, and packed with workers. Construction workers, roofers, people of every ethnicity, as well as every clothing style and stink. Whether they’d bathed that morning or ten days ago, some of them needed a bath anyway. But such is the labor to restore a community.

Everyone was chatting and smiling and many of the patrons knew the workers behind the counter. I heard one man say, “You know you’d miss me if I didn’t stop in every day” and a few minutes later, another man told a young girl, “You know I just come in here for your smile.” There was a sense of comradery and fun that was exciting to see.

I got my lunch to go and headed back out on the road. Since the Highway 90 bridge crossing from Ocean Springs to Biloxi was broken in pieces, I was forced to head up to Interstate 10 to continue my journey.

The further I moved away from the shore, the less mass damage I saw, but I still saw damage. Blue tarped roofs everywhere. Trees crushing buildings. Whole walls ripped off like a ragged fingernail. Cars overturned. Trash everywhere. Few other fast food restaurants were open like the Wendy’s, but those that were worked under tarped roofs and within patched walls, accommodating the massive clientel either living in the area or brought to the area for the work of reconstruction and rebuilding.

As I near the highway, I see a mountain of white through the trees. Thinking it was a water park with big white painted slides, I wondered what kind of damage would such a recreational site suffer. After all, the higher the slide, the more fun and terriffying the path down through the water. Water parks dot the Gulf Coast all the way to Florida, offering children and adults a day of fun in the sun and water with a bit of the circus thrown in.

As I got closer, I realized that I wasn’t seeing a water park but a giant mountain of refrigerators. I pulled off the road and drove in closer.

Indeed, there were thousands upon thousands of refridgerators piled so high, the mountain of metal stretched above the tall pine trees. Most of them were white, with the ocassional black or avocado tossed here and there. Here and there I spotted a box freezer, an oven, dish washer, and washer and dryer, but the majority of the mountain slope was made up of refridgerators. Continue reading

Tropical Storm Alpha is Born

Ever since the formation of two major hurricanes in July made it clear that the Hurricane Season of 2005 was going to challenge 1933 as the busiest season ever, I’ve been expecting to see the words “Tropical Storm Alpha” emblazoned on a hurricane tracking chart. Well, we’ve got the record now. The formation of Tropical Storm Alpha, the 22nd storm of the season, now makes 2005 the busiest hurricane season of all time. Still, it looks really strange to see the words “Tropical Storm Alpha” on the hurricane tracking charts, and gives a surreal cast to Hurricane Season of 2005 as we approach the Halloween season.
Jeff Masters – Weather Underground Blog: Alpha Sets All Time Record

Crap. $%^&*# and more crap. Welcome to potentially Hurricane Alpha.

So far, this tropical storm, might become a tropical depression, and could become Hurricane Alpha, is going to give Haiti and nearby islands major grief but should avoid the United States as its course will be effected by Hurricane Wilma crossing its northerly path. It should steer out into the Altantic.

You know, when I wrote a post at the beginning of the year as a joke for my friend, Michael, who gave me grief for moving to Hurricane Alley, about the hurricane names, I had no idea that this year, of all years, would be the year to exhaust all the names on the damn hurricane name list.

But then again, I know me. And I know us. And where ever we are, trouble follows. So, of course this would be the worst year on record, breaking all records for all the years combined.

Me tired of this.

Okay, Beta, you can come out of hiding soon. I know you are out there. Just waiting!

Hurricane Wilma Might Knock on Our Door

Yesterday, Brent and I took our first day off since….wait, I’m thinking…well, it was before Hurricane Arlene. And now Tropical Depression Wilma has matched the all time record for named hurricanes. I was hoping there would be a Hurricane Zelda, but it seems that Z-names aren’t recognized by the World Meteorological Organization’s Storm Names (pdf). It seems there aren’t enough X, Y, and Z names to go around to qualify for their list of hurricane names.

So, we took our first day off from hurricane grand central and wandered around the Gulf Shores area of Alabama, taking pictures, walking on the partially destroyed beach, and visiting the Gulf Shore Shrimp Festival. More on that later. We returned home and found that Tropical Depression 20 had turned into Tropical Depression Wilma and some path predictions say it will either head for the Yucatan and Mexico, which also can’t take much more, or come up towards Florida and us in Alabama.

I knew this would happen. Saturday morning reports were that the seas were basically clear and that this little squall near Jamacia would probably turn out to be nothing. So I uncovered my bird feeders and exercise machine from under layers of plastic tied to the back fence behind our trailer where it has been protected from some of the elements since Hurricane Dennis. Brent and I set up the bird and squirrel feeders, and cleaned off the Total Gym – which smelled of rat piss since they had used the plastic it was covered with as a potty, but little actually reached the unit. We brushed off spiders and spider nests and chased away cockroaches 1-2 inches long, and slowly started to return out “backyard” to its winter form.

Sunday we played all day, but slowly as we were tired to the bone from months of stress.

Now, of course, we are watching the weather channel again and checking in with Weather Underground to see if all those bird and squirrel feeders, and patio furniture and planters need to go back under cover and we pack up and run again.

So very, very tired of this.

Off and On and Off and On and Off and On

Photograph of part of our tool kit, photograph by Lorelle VanFossenYears ago, a co-worker of Brent’s awoke in the night to a terrible cackling sound. He got up to find the lights turning on and off and on and off. The cackling happened between the lights going on and off. Puzzled, but suspiciously aware of the source of the sound, he stepped outside of his bedroom into the stairway landing which was built around the huge cage in which his giant parrot normally slept through the night. They’d finished remodeling the house not long before.

The bird had managed to stretch his leg out far from the cage to reach the light switch. He was having a blast, laughing hysterically, between turning the light on and off and on and off and on and off.

Well, folks, since we returned from our evacuation from Hurricane Katrina, that’s been our life for the past five weeks. Our electricity has been on and off and off and off and on and off. And we’re not laughing.

The power in the campground was going out from minutes to hours during the first few weeks after the hurricane. It was bad after Hurricane Katrina, but it also got bad again after Hurricane Rita. Finally, it slowed to a trickle of fast on and offs throughout the day. I got so frustrated with the computer turning off in the middle of an unsaved essay or project, I gave up doing anything that required more than a few minutes of concentration, saving what I was working on more frequently than I worked on it. Continue reading

You Don’t Know What It’s Like

You don’t know what it’s like. You can’t imagine what it’s like. You would never believe it. You don’t know how hard it is. You don’t have a clue.

Well, guess what? I do. I know what it’s like. I have an imagination. Having traveled a lot of the planet, I can believe just about anything. I know what hard means. And yes, I have lots of clues.

Maybe I’m just too tired. Bone tired. It’s 11PM and I just got home. I should have been in bed an hour or more ago. I have barely slept through the night, catching an hour or two here and there, for over a week. So maybe that’s my excuse.

Maybe it’s because I’ve heard this before. I’ve heard it so many times before I want to puke.

Or maybe because I heard it just one too many times today. Maybe that’s what is causing this rant.

I am so damn tired of people making sweeping assumptions about me, but also about each other. Four of the many people who came into the campground office today, where I have been working almost non-stop for the past three, four, okay, five, six, or more days, said one of those phrases to me. Two more told me the same things on the phone. “You don’t know what it’s like.” “You can’t imagine…” “…never believe it.” “It’s harder than you know.”

I also heard them said to Diane over the past few days, part of the team of Charlie and Diane, proprietors of Shady Acres Campground.

To all the folks who make such sweeping assumptions and accusations, I have a message.

Shut the hell up.

The cliche is: if you want to judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes. I’d like to see some of these people trade shoes with me, Diane, and Charlie for just a few minutes. Bet they would sing a different assumption.

We all face suffering at one or dozens of times in our lives. Loss is part of the family of humans. So is gain. Win and lose. Ying and yang. But your loss is no better or worse than mine. It’s just loss. It’s how you deal with it that lifts you up or puts you down.

As the panic and hysteria over the trauma of Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita dies down to a dull, low roar, our struggle to hang on continues. Camping insurance agents, new to the job, who couldn’t hack it are gone. Others have moved on to Texas and West Louisiana to deal with the new claims from Hurricane Rita. Others are moving in, and they aren’t feeling the pressure of the initial panic. They are taking a lazier and slower attitude. And they want their air conditioners, tree free clearance to their satellite dishes, and cable television.

I have to remind them that we are still in a disaster zone and Comcast lists us low on their priority list for restoring cable throughout the campground. And the broken and dying branches in the trees will be removed as soon as the snorkel is repaired after being flooded and underwater for a couple days. When they are cut, then they can get access to their satellites hovering overhead their $300,000 motor homes and fifth wheels. I warn them repeatedly to turn off their air conditioners when they leave for the day as the whole area continues to battle power losses and surges.

Guess what, folks, you are now in a disaster area. Luxuries haven’t been totally restored. Read a book.

Just because I’m standing in a campground office, looking like I know what I’m doing, doesn’t mean that this is the total sum of my life. Like you, I have traveled. In fact, I probably have traveled more than you. I just don’t say so. Like you, I have suffered, and maybe I’ve suffered more or less, or at least in different ways, but I know hard and suffering.

Don’t assume I lack imagination. I don’t have to walk far around the corner of the block to see massive destruction. Just because you weren’t here for the first month of massive cleanup and the campground and park looks nice and welcoming doesn’t mean that it was always like this. Extremely hard manual labor and dedication went into making it pretty again. We’re also good at hiding what still needs fixing.

Don’t assume that because I’m sitting at the table, quietly having a cup of tea, that my life is boring and lazy. It’s the first chance I’ve had to sit in the past 16 hours and I sat down as you walked through the door.

And don’t assume I’m stupid. Or I’ll assume that you are stupider than me.

While you were thinking up assumptions before we even met, I was helping dozens of people with their own personal problems and suffering throughout the day. Working in a campground office is like being a nurse, shrink, carpenter, handyman, receptionist, cashier, book keeper, sales person, tour guide, restaurant expert, and secretary. All skills required, along with a great deal of flexibility, durability, and patience. Hey, Mr or Miss Assumptions, does your job and life require all those skills?

And while you are making assumptions, don’t assume this is my job. I’m helping out where I’m needed to give the poor people who own this campground a little bit of a life. I’m helping people who are here, giving of their precious time and life and energy to help others get back on their feet and recover from the disaster. What are you doing to help? What do you have to give to those suffering around you instead of whining about how we don’t know nothing about your suffering?

End of rant. I’m off to bed. It will be better tomorrow.

Visual Impact of Hurricane Katrina – Starting to Head Back

Some of you may know that we are also among the millions of refugees/evacuees from Hurricane Katrina. We’ve been in Atlanta for over a week now, waiting for the electricity and water to be turned on and the roads to be cleaned up back in Mobile, Alabama.

Where we are staying, we have had no television access, but we have had the Internet and cell phones, so we get plenty of information on what is going on. Being without a television for the news isn’t new to us. We’ve had plenty of experience as we live on the road and travel extensively, and often major news events happen and our only resources for information is the radio. Huddling around my Grundig Shortwave Radio in our travels, we’ve seen the wars in Bosnia and Yugoslavia, Afganistan, Iraq, the tsunami in India, and now Hurricane Katrina in our minds as we listen to reporters from NPR and BBC radio describe the scenes and victims share their stories.

So for us, it was very shocking to finally see image collections from AP news, Guardian’s photo gallery, MSNBC, and the Photo Gallery (sidebar) of AP images showing the massive destruction and devastation of Hurricane Katrina. I know most of you have seen these images played out on television. A week after the hurricane, we’re seeing these for the first time.

Dauphin Island is a 20 minute drive directly south of where we have been living, a Gulf Shore island that took a huge portion of the brunt of Hurricane Ivan only 10 months ago. It had just been cleaned up and open for tourists for the summer, with repairs on major structural damage to homes and rebuilding underway. Now, many of the homes that survived Ivan are gone, wiped off the map, and buildings and homes are destroyed all across the Island. An oil rig that broke loose is sitting only a few yards from the edge of the beach. This tiny spit of sand community may never recover from this second blast from Mother Nature.

While we’ve been reporting on how bloggers are reporting on Hurricane Katrina, and telling stories of our own, nothing has hit us as hard as these images.

We are intending to leave Atlanta in the next day or two, now that we have heard that water and electricity has been restored. We are still nervous about the gas prices and availability as price gouging and lack of electricty for pumping has caused panic and fear all throughout the Southern US, so we will make our decision tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone for their support and good thoughts during this time. We were very lucky and got out safetly, but many of our friends were not so lucky and we will help out as best we can when we return.

Evacuating from Hurricane Katrina – This is what we know

Before and after satellite photos of new orleans after hurricane katrinaWe left Mobile, Alabama, six days ago, home on our backs. We are currently in Atlanta, Georgia. For us, personally, Hurricane Katrina has not caused us to lose property or life, but it has caused us to lose income – a lot of income. Not just in wages unearned but also in expenses paid that we would not have had to expend. Are we complaining? No, just stating the facts and hoping you realize that the loss caused by Hurricane Katrina is not a simply defined loss. While people lost their homes, relatives, and jobs, the trickle-down damage is much wider spread.

So what has been lost along the Gulf Coast of the United States? Property has been damaged or destroyed. People’s lives have been lost and shattered by the loss. Jobs have been lost, some that may never be recreated, and yet jobs will be found as “recreating” becomes a major industry. Landmarks, zoos, aquariums, museums, precious homes for memories and art have been destroyed or seriously damaged.

On the whole, though, over all, I believe that what has been lost most is dignity and moral values. On the whole, I believe that some people, maybe a rare few, have gained dignity and moral values that they didn’t know they had. And I know millions of people have gained courage that I’m sure they didn’t know they had. This is what loss really does. It tests.

This is What We Know

The best resource for news on the area we’ve found so far comes from the Houston Chronicle. As electricity and supplies reach more of the Gulf Coast area, the news will improve with local stories, but for now, we’ve poured through tons of online newspapers and media and found that this seems to be the most extensive reporting and information gathering.

Tens of thousands of evacuees who took cover in the Super Dome in New Orleans are slowly being evacuated again to the Astro Dome in Houston. Much of the reports are coming from interviews with those people and with the teams handling the evacuation and going in with the evacuation teams. The stories are horrible, and some are sad, but there are also beginning to be stories of joy as families are reunited and information on property arrives with a positive light. People from all over Houston are working overtime to provide food, water, bedding, and clothing to the survivors.

Stories out of Biloxi, Mississippi, tell more about the loss, pain and suffering in detail than most of the reports on CNN and the Weather Channel. There is so much to tell, so it’s hard choosing which stories to tell, I’m sure.

Looting is wide spread, which is evidence of the loss of dignity and morality. One looter was interviewed in New Orleans saying, “Why shouldn’t we? The cops aren’t stopping us, so it must be okay.” Since when does knowing the difference between right and wrong require a cop? Continue reading

Hurricane Katrina – This is Our Life

The wizard known as Rincewind lurched into the room, white-faced, and stopped in front of the table.
“I do not wish to volunteer for this mission.” he said.
“I beg your pardon?” said Lord Vetinari.
“I do not wish to volunteer, sir.”
“No one was asking you to.”
Rincewind wagged a weary finger. “Oh, but they will, sir. they will. Someone will say: hey, that Rincewind fella, he’s the adventurous sort, he knows the Horde, Cohen seems to like him, he knows all there is to know about cruel and unusual geography, he’d be just the job for something like this.” He sighed. “And then I’ll run away, and probably hide in a crate somewhere that’ll be loaded on to the flying machine in any case.”
“Will you?”
“Probably, sir. Or there’ll be a whole string of accidents that end up causing the same tiling. Trust me. sir, I know how my life works. So I thought I’d better cut through the whole tedious business and come along and tell you I don’t wish to volunteer.”
“I think you’ve left out a logical step somewhere,” said the Patrician.
“No, sir. It’s very simple. I’m volunteering. I just don’t wish to. But, after all, when did that ever have anything to do with anything?”
“He’s got a point, you know,” said Ridcully. “He seems to come back from all sorts of-”
“You see?” Rincewind gave Lord Vetinari a jaded smile. “I’ve been living my life for a long time. I know how it works.”
The Last Hero by Terry Pratchett

Welcome to the story of our life. We volunteered because we knew that it would happen to us anyway, so why not beat fate to the punch.

We arrive from five years of terrorist suicide bombings and wars in the Middle East just in time for the worst hurricane season on record. We know how our life works.

In Atlanta, about 350 miles northeast of Mobile, Alabama, we hoped the storm would wrap around us and that we would be far enough away. The storm did hit us, but only the outer rings of wind and rain, which caused tornado warnings all over Georgia and massive flooding, but nothing of the scale hitting the Gulf Shores area we’d left behind. Hurricane Katrina left marks and scars on the Gulf Coast area that will take decades to heal.

There is no cable hookups here in this campground that we can find so we’re getting what news we can from the Internet and radio, as well as a few people who call us, checking on us and reporting on their state of affairs left in Mobile. Continue reading

Escaping Hurricane Katrina: We’re in Atlanta

weather.com satellite image of hurricane katrinaWe are safe and out of Mobile, Alabama, and away from Hurricane Katrina. We left early Sunday morning and are now in Atlanta, Georgia. Right now, we have a WIFI connection but we’re not sure how long it will last.

Friends of ours and their families have evacuated from New Orleans and along the Gulf Coast, but the news is not good. Many of them may be unable to return for weeks or months. We’re hoping that Mobile will be spared, though it’s encompassed in the hurricane at the east side, so we’re not sure when we will also return.

Winds have been measured with gusts over 200 mph and the storm surge (waves) are expected to exceed 20 feet. New Orleans and the rest of the area are ready to handle much less of an impact, so flooding, sand, mud, and massive damage is expected.

…STORM SURGE FLOOD AND STORM TIDE IMPACTS…
KATRINA IS EXPECTED TO MAKE LANDFALL ALONG THE NORTHERN GULF OF MEXICO COAST AS A CATASTROPHIC AND LIFE THREATENING HURRICANE. WHILE EXACT LANDFALL OF LANDFALL IS UNCERTAIN AT THIS TIME…SIGNIFICANT AND LIFE THREATENING STORM SURGE 18 TO 22 FEET ABOVE NORMAL. A FEW AREAS MAY EXPERIENCE STORM SURGE FLOODING AS HIGH AS 28 FEET ALONG WITH LARGE AND DANGEROUS BATTERING WAVES NEAR AND TO THE EAST OF WHERE THE CENTER MAKES LANDFALL. SECONDARY ROADS OUTSIDE LEVEE PROTECTION WILL LIKELY BECOME IMPASSABLE THIS EVENING AND TONIGHT.

KATRINA IS FORECAST TO MOVE ASHORE AS CATEGORY FIVE HURRICANE…SIMILAR IN STRENGTH TO HURRICANE CAMILLE IN 1969. WINDS ASSOCIATED CATEGORY 4 AND CATEGORY 5 HURRICANE CAN TOTALLY DESTROY MOBILE HOMES AND POORLY CONSTRUCTED DWELLINGS…AND CAUSE MAJOR DAMAGE TO EVEN WELL CONSTRUCTED BUILDINGS. HIGHER WIND SPEEDS WILL BE SIGNIFICANTLY STRONGER ON UPPER FLOORS OF TALL BUILDINGS CAUSING DAMAGE.
NOAA New Orleans Local Weather Hazard Advisory

According to a CNN Article on Hurricane Katrina hitting New Orleans, the damage is expected to be so severe that many people will not be able to return home for weeks, maybe months. All windows are expected to be broken out, wood buildings possibly severely damaged or destroyed, with cement buildings also threatened by blowing debris and flooding – the damage is expected to be very severe, possibly the worst ever in recorded hurricane history.

We heard on NPR that many of the beautiful balconies in the French Quarter and Bourbon Street area are expected to be seriously damaged with flooding possibly even reaching the second floor or more from the storm surges. The anticipated results of Hurricane Katrina just don’t get better.

As for us, we got up at 4:30 in the morning today and finished the final preparations for leaving. The wood and a few patio furniture items are still covered with plastic and tied down securely from Hurricane Dennis. My vegetable and herb garden was pruned back and all the pots were tied down between a power pole and a huge three with a lattice work of rope hopefully keeping the heavy pots from blowing around. I cut an armful of basil and it is hanging in the bathroom to dry, filling the trailer with the smell of Italian cooking.

The roads out of Mobile were busier than usual for a Sunday early morning, but not heavy. We saw a lot of license plates and other RVs from Florida, Mississippi, and Louisiana, but this is normal on Interstate 10 and 65. As we drove through the rising heat of the day, we noticed the traffic getting lighter and lighter on the highway going in the opposite direction. So the huge convoy of military vehicles and another of electrical and utility repair crews heading south were easily spotted.

These are the people going into the storm to help protect the area and people as well as to immediately begin the repairs and restoration of the damaged area. They will wait at the very edge of the worst of the store, risking being a potential target if the storm twists their way, and then rush in within minutes of getting the all clear signal to assess the damage and begin the work.

We couldn’t pick up the Mobile NPR station, a normal event since the signal isn’t very powerful, but we could pick up the NPR station out of Mississippi and they were reporting that the early morning evacuation of the coastal areas was going fine – no traffic jams, though traffic was heavier than usual. They urged people to get out now while the traffic was light. Many complied. All the highways leading out of New Orleans were reverse flowed, so all lanes of traffic were heading out.

NOAA Satellite Picture of Hurricane KatrinaWe had debated about heading towards Texas, wanting to stay on the west side of the storm, but Brent’s meeting Tuesday in Atlanta, and the predictions that the storm would wrap around Atlanta, urged us to choose there. I’m glad we did as Sunday morning, as all traffic out of New Orleans was forced north, east, and west, with Interstate 10 being all lanes east or west out of New Orleans. For one of the most traveled highways in the US – this is an amazing achievement as well as action. We couldn’t have crossed the state of Louisiana without driving way north if we wanted to, being forced to reverse our direction if we crossed Mississippi towards New Orleans. Atlanta became the confirmed destination.

A friend had loaned Brent Tom Clancy’s Hunt for Red October on CD. When there was no new news on the slow moving storm, we got lost in the military spy novel of the ruin of Communist Russia. I wish we’d had something more light hearted, but this is what we had with us. Teaches us to prepare better for the next hurricane. Did I just say that!!

Late last night, I told some friends from WordPress online that I was heading out in the morning. They kept telling me to get out now. I told them that we had to finish packing and cleaning things up. One young man said, “If it were my house, I’d leave it messy and go.”

I laughed and a few others who knew me better also laughed. He didn’t realize that we take our house with us when we go. My mother calls us turtles, “house on your back”, as our house goes with us when we travel. When we arrived at a campground in Atlanta, Brent phoned his brother-in-law to tell the family that we were safe and sound.

“I’m going to have some dinner then sit down and play some guitar. After all, I’m home.”

There is something to be said about taking your home with you when you go.

Hurricane Katrina – Knocking on Our Door

There is a lot I could say about the tension and stress we are under, debating to stay or evacuate from Mobile and Hurricane Katrina. And then I saw this from weather.com. They say a picture is worth a thousand words? Well, this one is worth a single decision.

weather.com satellite picture of hurricane katrina saturday night

New Evacuation Map for Mobile, Alabama – Almost

As we are preparing to evacuate Mobile, Alabama, we’re packing up and constantly pausing to check the news and we found an an article discussing a new Mobile County Emergency Management Agency evacuation map. It’s announcement came Friday, just before the National Hurricane Center announced the predicted path of Hurricane Katrina towards Mobile and the Gulf Coast.

The map divides the county into four zones, based on major highways, hoping it would make it easier for limiting evacuations for only those areas which need it. For instance, if there is a Category 1 or 2 storm, everyone in mobile homes and trailers, and everyone south of “Deakle Road; east of Bellingrath Road and south of Interstate 10; and north of Interstate 10 and east of U.S. 43″ must evacuate. Storm surges can bring high water and flooding inland and these areas are most at risk from high water.

On the old system, “In a Category 3 or higher storm…everyone north of I-10 and east of I-65, as well as people east of the Irvington-Bayou La Batre Highway and south of Half Mile Road, and south of I-10 and west of Potter Tract Road” would also be required to evaculate.

Two more zones in the country are added to the new map. These areas are divided on the east and west of Interstate 65 heading north.

Unfortunately, it may be next week before the new map is released. Oh, well.

Looks Like We’re in the Path of Hurricane Katrina

path of hurricane katrinaWhile we will be watching closely, I spent long hours last night packing up the inside of the trailer and this morning we’re attacking the outside, replacing the hot water heater that is leaking and packing up to head out. Where? Where else?

Away from the hurricane.

Hurricane Katrina is now pretty much confirmed to be heading our way. It still might push over a little further to the east, which would be good, but the odds are that the push will push it over Mobile, Alabama, even more.

projected computer models of path of hurricane katrinaSo we are getting ready to hook up our house and head out again. I’m voting for due west – Texas. Brent has other ideas. His other ideas took us right into the path of the storm when it followed us north to Memphis with Hurricane Dennis, so maybe I can convince him to move straight west this time.

Unfortunately, he was supposed to be in Atlanta on Monday and Tuesday for a conference meeting, but I think that’s now going to be postphoned.

So we’re debating but the odds look like we’re hitting the road again.

Hurricane Katrina Approaches

weatherunderground computer model for hurricane katrinaYes, another hurricane is on its way. And wow, it’s almost the end of August and we are already into the “k” for hurricane names. Hurricane Katrina. That’s a lot of hurricane names used up this year.

Brent said, in that authoritative way he has, that they just keep going with the names at the end of the year, so if it was already December 31, “L” would be next. I corrected him, gently of course – you know how men are – that the names start alphabetically at the beginning of the hurricane season each year. It’s the weather experts way of providing a “count” by alphabet of each hurricane during the year.

“So we won’t have one named Zelda?”

“This year….with our luck, maybe.”

So Hurricane Katrina is now off the tip of Florida and heading “towards” us. The projects are that it will pass to the east, which is a good thing as the worst of the winds and weather are on the north and east. Unfortunately, the panhandle of Florida has been seriously smacked recently, so this is not a good thing for them. We’re just watching and waiting and wondering.

Right now, our plans are to stay here, but we are still ready to move with only a couple hours notice. We’ve been living packed up since the hurricane names hit “B” and it won’t take long to haul our home down the road. Again.

Journal: Falling Trees and Friends Part Three

Journal: Falling Trees and Friends Part Three
Greensboro, NC
July 6, 1998

The next morning, I awoke to a kitten in the truck and an angry old cat in the trailer. I put the kitten back in the trailer and let the old cat get angrier, and caught up with Linda, the healed Southern Baptist, for our early morning walk the next morning. At the end of our walk, we neared the campground office and found Martin talking with a woman also staying in the campground. Thank goodness, her stay was temporary.

She was among the many in town for the “Reverend Leroy Jenkins Revival and Healing Ministry” tent show setup not far from here. Linda had been attending when she could get a ride, but hadn’t told me much about it yet.

Both Linda and I could see that Martin was more than a little uncomfortable to be snagged by this woman, so we walked up to join them and rescue Martin.

Next to Martin, this woman was a stick of a thing, all wired and electrified with intent. We could hear her rattling on, her voice more shrew than bird-like, going on and on about how Martin MUST go to the “tent” to get healed. It would heal his heart, head and hopefully his trailer (okay, so I’m exaggerating a little, but her enthusiasm was…VAST).

Linda, trying to ease his discomfort and add some grace to this woman’s obnoxious intensity, advised Martin that she has attended and, indeed, wonderful healings were happening. She quietly added that he needed to do what he felt comfortable with and not feel any pressure to attend the revival.

Janet went on, stomping over Linda’s tempered words and hooted that “GREAT HEALINGS are HAPPENING there. The LORD IS THERE with Reverend JENKINS and I’ve seen some incredible HEALINGS! GOD is IN that TENT!” Continue reading