I am going to start the Day 4 update with the golden words from dear Sharon, who eloquently writes:
“…..the holding pattern for tens of thousands…..”
“That’s just one thread in the word pictures presented by Sundance–a thread that is sort of a knothole in the fence…. and looking through it, there are details to be seen….confusion, uncertainty, counting the cash in one’s pocket (again), checking (again) for any possible cell phone coverage, glancing over to the neighbor who hasn’t taken a break for several hours (perhaps for fear that if they sit down, they won’t be able to get back up again)…. men at work with chainsaws…. women returning to what remains of the house to dig through the kitchen or the bathroom cupboards in search of some more, still usable everyday things….
And, … this is an open-ended transition. Length uncertain. Ultimate destination uncertain. How to get there–mostly undetermined at this point.
In terms of individual lives, places to live, jobs/careers…. most of them probably don’t know for sure, yet, whether they are on an onramp or an offramp.
Sometimes I wonder if reaction to such events from a distance clouds the reality that those who are living it have no capacity to step away from it, not even for a moment. The lines on the field have been obliterated and none who are living this can be completely sure of how far away the goal line is.”
Perfectly and succinctly stated.
Day 4, is exactly like all day fours I have experienced before this one. The autonomic response starts to give way to adrenalin exhaustion and human batteries need to be recharged. Day four is also when internal callouses become valuable.
For some a quick “stay focused on ‘the task at hand‘” can suffice. For others it’s, ‘go home to your family – take a break – see you the day after tomorrow‘.
When you build internal callouses you train yourself not to look at the miles, you look at the two to four feet in front of you. Look up and you will allow the whisper of despondency to creep in. Stay focused on the 2-to-4-foot task at hand and your brain remains wired in a manageable condition.
Steady, we fill that 20 or 40-yard container, then go eat. Reengage, clear the path, fill another 20-yard and then move… Always forward. If you start calculating the time it will take to clear and fill 4,768 40-yard containers the gremlins will whisper in your ear all day and wear you down.
Ignore the gremlins.
Instead, listen to the faces – hear their stories, then keep going to the next set of faces…. Always forward.
I should also mention that sunscreen is an essential hurricane supply. If you see the 30 or 50 block version, the thick stuff on sale, throw one in your battery box. If needed, slobber it all over yourself during morning coffee time and again early afternoon after chainsaw sharpening.
It has been a long time since I have seen so many east/west helicopter flights all day. The southwest Florida skies look like the air highways around Fort Campbell, Kentucky. I can only imagine what RSW airport looks like. Probably quite an ocean of helicopter aviation. The gremlin wants me to imagine lots of things related to seeing so many search and rescue missions ongoing this far after the event. I’m ignoring the whisper. Death toll at 76.
Warning in advance – What follows below comes from my cracker disposition:
SWFL has a tremendous amount of unemployed ‘service workers‘ right now. SWFL also needs a massive and organized laundry operation. Hint to SWFL management, please put those two elements together. Thank you in advance.
“Mandatory” evacuations continue on the barrier islands. There is a considerable resistance effort underway from the ‘crackers.’ Hint to SWFL management, if the resisting resident has a boat registered in the county (easy to check), then retreat from the severity of your effort. Again, thank you in advance.
On a practical note, I see the millionaire/billionaire boating class are being told they must remove their status yachts from a couple of major locations.
Having grown up in the region and remembering where the barges operated before the roads and bridges were built, I suspect we are going back to pre-1960’s municipal port operations as an interim action to supply the islands. This type of infrastructure repurposing makes sense, but a whole generation of the white wine spritzer tribe is big mad right now [insert cracker squinting smile here].
I mentioned on Day 2 the historic Sanibel lighthouse is still standing.
Since 1884, every twelve seconds the lighthouse beacon blinked twice, creating a sequence of four navigational alerts per minute. Ask me how I know that, and I will show you the clock of my childhood.
I learned how to read a sextant on the front porch of the Lightkeepers house. I traded Mr. Brennan 4 fresh trout from Dixie Beach flats for the lessons, there were two (one day and one night), on using a sextant. From that moment at the age of around ten, I was known as “Trout” when I came back. It wasn’t funny.
Long before there was a ‘city glow’ on the eastern shore, the Sanibel beacon remained my waypoint in life. Twelve seconds, blink twice, four per minute. I spent tens of thousands of minutes with the comforting beacon at my six. I was always safe when I could see it and I never strayed beyond its reach.
My first bull shark took me for an almost 1,000 blink-long tour of the back bay inlet during a particularly memorable night.
I also ‘caught‘ my first Silver King within reach of the beacon at sunrise. Recording the moment by removing (then laminating) the trophy scale which to this day sits in an old cigar box filled with buttons, wire, ribbons, weird metal bits and mysterious childhood treasures.
That particular morning was exceptionally memorable because I proclaimed myself a ‘king fisher.’ Unfortunately, it was a short-lived moment of ego quickly deflated by an unusually furious mom – because I was going to be late for middle school. “King Fisher” shouts I, dashing out the door, while hearing “fisher fool” chasing my ear from behind.
The Calusa Indians were smart enough never to live on this particular narrow finger of barrier islands. Instead, they buried their dead out there.
As I get older, I realize that many generations made the Calusa wise.
Love to all,
Sundance
(left) Before Hurricane Ian – (right) After Hurricane Ian
Seems to me they could start with the Army Corps of Engineers.
Land some barges with bridging equipment, bulldozers, and supplies to get the roads passable.
Then, move in with the electric and water guys. String temporary lines and pipes if necessary to provide water and power to at least central points, along with portable cell towers. Central points should be cleared for landing pads for helicopters.
Treat this as a military operation until enough temporary infrastructure can be built to support life on these islands.
The engineering is probably not the problems,… the politics and Biz Interests are.
Cranes will be needed to haul out boats on both land and water.
Biden’s sent all those to Ukraine
Thank you, Sundance, for the update on SW Florida. I’m grateful for the strength and perseverance of so many residents. I’m an 80 year old 7th generation Floridian and have never seen much damage from a storm. Michael was the worst for NW Florida that I can remember.
You are all in my prayers.
God give you strength, Sundance, and to all of those people around you!
Thank you for these positive posts.
Just wondering where they haul all this debris to?? 5000 40ft dumpsters will make an awfully large pile.
Incrementally Staged, over time…
Initially it’s
– curb or road side
then
– on agreed upon empty lots ( many )
then
– on agreed upon disposal site(s) ( many )
Imho
p.s. fall 2005, several months after rita, saw huge ( 20 ft tall, 200 ft wide+/-) piles of appliances and home debris on an acreage.
It’s like been moved elsewhere since then.
Tough, long time chores…
Do they split out the ‘ recycables’, over time?
FEMA contracts for this, ahead of time (I pushed the paper for a hauling company back in the 00’s). Some of it will go to local landfills. Some of it will be hauled out of state. Beware the big bulk trucks, that look like regular 18 wheelers on the highway, only they are dirty and dented. And no, they don’t split out recyclables. No one has time to do that. They need to get it gone.
It turns into a new Florida mountain.
Usually the highest point in what ever county accepts it.
Lots of sewage in Bonita Springs that could develop into a serious health issue if it’s not removed quickly before the heat allows the bacteria to multiply.
Serious problems finding qualified, licensed contractors experienced in this type of public health cleanup.
We have a small fish camp in golden meadow louisiana that eye of Ida went right over. Last year. Junk is still being piled on the highway for pickup.
I have been wondering the same thing
If you start calculating the time it will take to clear and fill 4,768 40-yard containers the gremlins will whisper in your ear all day and wear you down.
Ignore the gremlins.
Tee shirt worthy statement.
I love the way Sundance slapped “White wine spritzer tribe” on the useless whiners among us.
Those who can no nothing but complain and expect to still be waited on hand and foot during times like these in SWFL.
I did not grow up thee but like Sundance would consider myself a “cracker”.
Growing up in the Southwest Az desert long before air con and sweating it out during my childhood.
We had our share of those “Spritzer Tribe” members now down there in Arizona and now here in Colorado.
They are insufferable at all time but must be completley unbearable now down in Florida after this horrific hurricaine.
So much work to be done and they are so useless while still thinking the world revolves around them.
Thanks to all who can get the job done without smacking them senseless.
God Bless the real Americans, those who get the job done!
Want to bet that not one of the WWS Tribe applies to live in a temporary FEMA trailor that will be going to SWFL by the thousands soon enough as the shelter for those H. Ian survivors left now with no habitable residence to return to?
Hey, I’ve done it, and it was not bad, at all, and sure beat a free roach motel room from FEMA instead…. no formaldehyde fumes either and my wife and I could cook anything we wanted, unlike the motel that prohibited most cooking in or out of the run down room.
This post has me in tears and on my knees in prayer for all affected and giving thanks I was spared this time.
We have been thanking God that we were spared this trauma. If the storm would have travelled a bit further north we would be doing the digging out . We thought we were prepared for a hurricane. Sundance, thankful for all the tips and suggestions. We’ll never stay this close to the coast for a three or four again. Son still without power and we have treasured our early morning wake ups from the little ones camping out with us….
Thank God indeed. If a storm of this magnitude in surge and wind speed had hit just above Tampa Bay, words would fail to describe the destruction and trouble we would be facing now.
“trauma”. Pray Hope and Commitment overcome Trauma and memories of carefree days continue to find conversations that restore Souls, Minds and Spirit. Loss looks first in the memory.
Dinty Moore said hello in my market yesterday; I brought some of his Beef Stew home. A reminder to pray for you, Sundance, and for the Hurricane Homeless. Communion becomes real. As often as we do this, we remember Jesus is in our midst. It’s not a religious rite. Those that knew Him shared meals and talked with Him. He still listens. So much to say right now.
“Look up and you will allow the whisper of despondency to creep in.” Well put. The French have a proverb that when you find yourself on the edge of a bottomless pit, do not stare into the abyss. In a situation like this there’s definitely the danger to find oneself staring into the abyss.
We are told where to look:
Look up, lift your head, for your redemption draweth nigh.
I live way out West, and have had only one brief experience with hurricane weather during a twelve year period when I was in Missouri City, Texas. It was hurricane Alicia and by the time it reached my area the winds were 80-90 MPH, although we got the storm twice as the center went right over us. We lost two little pine trees and one side of our fence was down. Similar issues were seen around our neighborhood. During the calm of the eye of the storm, several of my neighbors and I went out to get a fairly large tree away from one neighbor’s roof. Just as we finished doing that, the winds returned. But the whole event only lasted about 3 -4 hours and ended just after sunrise. Even that little amount of damage took us over a week to recover from. We never lost our water supply and could have made it a few days on two bathtubs filled with water, but our electricity was out for a couple of days. No flooding happened anywhere around us. Even the downtown buildings in Houston only lost a few windows. We felt like God had blessed us.
I can’t even imagine how bad things are in SW Florida, but I am praying every day for your situation to improve at least incrementally each day. I know you all need that much hope to hold on to until you can resume a fairly normal life.
Planet Earth is obviously a work in progress and only God knows how well things may turn out to be in the far distant future. He believes humans should be a part of that, but we still have a lot to learn about civilized living. Events like these help us all to make gains in our civility, I think. There has to be a bright side. All my best to everyone down there as you work to rebuild your lives.
Like you, I experienced Alicia in Bellaire (HOTX) and deliverd ice by the 18 wheeler load from my father’s MS ice plant to the hard hit areas of Kemah, Clear Lake, Galveston Island and Pirate’s Beach there that received the worst damage.
Yes, Houston was largely spared catastrophic damage, and you are also correct about humanity,… most people are all in the same boat after a hurricane and it seems to bring out the best of civility and the Milk of Human Kindness in most, IMHO, based on my experience in many storm recoveries,…. except for Looters, who should be hung in public, after conviction, to serve as an example.
There is No Excuse for kicking people when they are down and laid out on their back in many ways,.. and spare me the BS about,.. “well,.. they had to loot for the water”,… and 40″ TV screens with No Power available (see Katrina),… please spare me,.. No Excuses, take No Looter Prisoners.
Stark contrasts in prose and picture. You’ve created word pictures in this disaster that many of us felt in prior disasters but couldn’t bring to words. We can never forget the sights, sounds, and smells of those disasters. You’ve written in a style few journalists do these days, evocative stark reality. You succeeded in bringing me right into your world. WOW!
United Cajun Navy is on the ground in SW Florida. Donate to them, not Cajun Navy Ground Crew, which is NOT affiliated with UCN and apparently they are not transparent with received donations.
https://m.facebook.com/100064833962574/
Their FB page is updated frequently with current efforts, more so than their website.
https://unitedcajunnavy.org/
Can your cell phone send text messages when they can’t make a phone call, yet?
This is how many people were able to locate family after Katrina. Cell service was out from about Lafayettte, LA to near Mobile, AL, a distance of about 250 miles,… but many were able to send short TMs.
Best of Luck down there, prayers from here for all.
Here’s some hope,… Gov DeSantis said a few days ago that mobile cell towers were going to be set up in the disaster areas. “Rolling, Rolling, Rolling,… get those towers rolling, Rawhide!”
After Katrina, my younger (Big) brother worked as a big crane operator at the Chevron Refinery in Pascagoula and his super had a Satellite Cell Phone and it was the only way we could get a call out to anywhere for weeks.
His Highness, Jeff Prezzy, Aron Broussard, in his malformed Magnificence forbid us from returning to our Metaire home that had survived his 27″ in-house man-made flood for seven weeks. Locating love-ones and family was a constant struggle then.
Good to know you’ve been in this rodeo before and know how to manage you and yours until conditions improve for all in your area.
Many will need your advice and experience now, especially those newly relocated to FL without hurricane knowledge. They are apt to be in panic mode now.
God Speed, Charles and keep us Treepers updated if you can.
“Will have to drive further”,… and I bet gasoline is a precious commodity in limited supply now, if the Stations even have the power to pump it.
One crafty Gas Station owner without power in Biloxi following Camille hooked up a lawn mower with a fan belt to one of his pumps, after taking the blade off,… and Viola, he could pump the gas still in his tank when none others could. Great guy.
“Making Do” is what post hurricanes is all about, and as SD says, being prepared is a mighty plus in your favor depending on where and how hard you get hit.
Having Patience is a blessing, as well, as everything moves at a snail’s pace for many days with little observable progress in local sight.
Any open Publix in your neck of the woods? As a refugee from Katrina in Panama City for Too Long, my MD wife and I found it superior to WM.
Pray for DeSantis and the people of Florida. They will have to group together and get creative to work with what they have. I wouldn’t depend and this administration to be quick on their feet to help. The election around the corner and a state that has been ravaged, they will need lots of helpers and hopefully lots of community meetings are taking place to figure out what resources they have and how they can be used. As for the coming election, how will this all play out?
I pray for everyone involved, but I find it poignant to think about those high school students who had a glorious year ahead of them filled with dances and sports teams, and scholarships, and now all of that has been destroyed.
Maybe some have just bought their first cars with hard earned money, and now it’s all gone. Not to mention their homes, and having formely happy, but now distraught, homeless unemployed parents.
I can see how it would feel that it looks like their entire futures have been destroyed.
Some are too young to imagine it, and some old enough to know that life goes on,
but for those just launching…please hold on…there are far better days ahead.
PS. I worry about suicide for all age groups.
I hope those victims who have problems with bureaucracies both government and insurance,
can reach out and find advocates.
Covid did the same to seniors in high schools in my state, CA.
CA was cruel for a non-risk population.
Suspend or cancel ALL FOREIGN AIDE immediately.
Send monies not yet distributed overseas to Florida.
Lets take care of our own first.
Will Z give us a refund or Biden’s IRS give Floridians a tax refund for our money that we didn’t want spent on his liberal give-aways.
He will come to Florida and tell us he’s giving us National Disaster status.
This Demwit doesn’t understand we are Wise Crackers and Get R Done Rednecks!
And do NOT give gifts to those home/business owners who never bother to get home insurance.
If you’re gonna live in FL, you must have insurance, or the taxpayers shouldn’t have to support you.
You have a point there.
Devastating hurricanes, although infrequent, are an unfortunate way of life.
If you don’t have insurance, suffer the consequences.
I can’t find fault with an insurance company that will not re-insure after a loss. They are running a business – not a mini welfare organization.
This is relevant to both threads:
Cities Crushed by IAN face Highest Borrowing Costs in a Decade
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2022-10-03/rebuilding-florida-cities-face-highest-borrowing-costs-in-decade
Sundance, I love reading what you write. So beautifully done.
Hey Sundance! I love your moxie. For a few years now, I’ve been imagining that you are female. Maybe I’m wrong about that. That thousand-blink bull shark escapade could be changing my mind. None of the girls in my childhood years would have courted that kind of adventure. But then, I grew up around the city of Atlanta where, even back then, a body had to drive for a while to find wilderness. The open sea and its shores are an ever-changing wilderness. Like Captain Jack says more than once in the Aubrey\Maturin series, “At sea, Stephen, absolutely nothing is certain.”
I’m living in the deep woods of West Alabama now. I and the few folks I know around here love you a lot Sundance. We pray for you all and do sincerely say, “Godspeed!” Your friend in Alabama, Maxx.
Yes, maxx, you’re wrong about that. Sundance is not female. I say that as an old-time Treeper who has been here since the first month of the Treehouse’s existence back in February of 2011. Back then Sundance’s posts garnered a dozen comments on a good day. There weren’t many of us then, and we spoke more openly. As one born in Alabama many years ago and now transplanted to Alaska, I send you a wave and a big smile and say “Eat a peach for me!” I sure do miss them up here.
People are so naive..And I know darn well a lot of people know that our government number one and other governments are involved in weather control operations..People sit here and look up at the sky.and never even notice what is going on right before your eyes..But see the government knows you will never question. They also know think you are not smart enough to figure it out..How about Operation Popeye during the Vietname War..We controlled that to the degree of killing innocent people and our government is still doing it..Listen to Lyndon Baines Johnson talk about controlling the weather..And Joe Biden says if he gets back in office there won’t be any more hurricanes..Yes he is sick and crazy but the fact is the slip of the tongue says everything. They are destroying us..Destroying the plant..and just like Noah you won’t have a clue..Please consider what you are seeing in the skies and take heed..because there is the chance you may never get the chance to change any of what they are doing. All of it is controlled..Please understand it isn’t a conspiracy..It is real..
Had not heard of Operation Popeye before, extending the monsoon, making roads muddy and impassable.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Popeye
The Wiki link provided other external links, including this one to a Congressional hearing in the 1970s:
https://web.archive.org/web/20090612231729/http://www.sunshine-project.org/enmod/popeye
Apparently, there’s been been a “sabotage” to a German pipeline. While some seek to accuse a sovereign actor, 5here are private parties and groups with wealth matching the the GDP of a nation who could bankroll an attack on N.S. 1 & 2 and a retaliatory strike on a potential adversary in order to precipitate an armed conflict from which to profit.
Think about it before casually dismissing such a play by the sponsors of The Great Reset”.
https://www.facebook.com/117923278240549/posts/pfbid022HBJFDgPdfM3d6gPN7rbwb2Bgy4BaAJe2C1TdvqTKiJSNoYjhD4s5s3zGy3wZ1S1l/
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Thank you!
To our treasured Sundance, who is beautiful inside and out: Thank you for just being you. ❤️
Unreal how grateful this Cracker loving City kid loves IONA FLA and the local Crackers – like rednecks , greatest people In the world –
Also own a Beach house on FMB –
Thank you for being my connection to sanity
PS Love your cracker disposition!!!
I don’t understand the “cracker” word being used here. Case in point: I am a white lady and I used to teach in Compton, CA for 5 years. Many times I heard the black students call me , and other white teachers, cracker. Of course I had to be told what it meant, because I was thinking food, like cheese and crackers. Now I know.
Anyway, what does this have to do with Sundance, and others?
It means about the same as “Honkies”. (as in, “Stop blowing your car horn ats us cuz wes be here walkin in the middle of the road”,.. from many decades ago)
I think it’s like the casual use of the ‘n’ word among blacks. They took a word that started out as a racist insult and started using it in a familiar way with a little bit of badge-of-honor thrown in. Kind of like how we Trump supporters use “deplorable”. 🙂
Modern usage:
Among some Floridians, the term is used as a proud or jocular self-description. Since the huge influx of new residents into Florida in the late 20th and early 21st centuries, from the northern parts of the United States and from Mexico and Latin America, the term Florida cracker is used informally by some Floridians to indicate that their families have lived in the state for many generations. It is considered a source of pride to be descended from “frontier people who did not just live but flourished in a time before air conditioning, mosquito repellent, and screens” according to Florida history writer Dana Ste. Claire.[7
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florida_cracker
Right, a source of Pride by locals, and it’s got nothing to do with eating local FL raw oysters on the half shell with lemon juice. Fl Crackers understand this quip.
Thank you!
Perfect description of a Florida cracker. Old timers that came and lived before modern conveniences were available. These same old timers lived on many costal areas because of the cool night see breezes. They knew Full well that there was a risk in living on the coast since this is Hurricane alley. Housing was not as fancy but built well using Dade County Pine as a backbone for structures. As an Andrew coastal survivor from Gables by the Sea I can tell you their current mind set is to hunker down and protect their property as a neighborhood action. Even seeing the devastation your brain puts you in defensive mode for a few weeks. Later on you realize you are defending “Things” for what purpose. Crackers will not move out at least for a few weeks. They have prepared and until the Rains and bugs and smells finally make you realize that you have to move on and rebuild from a safe location. Insurance is worthless in the short time period. Power grid poles will take months to replace. The Army corp of engineers has been a hazard and joke for years. The National Guard will be the first responders to have the equipment and man power to bring any hope. Meanwhile wave at the helicopters taking your picture for what they are worth. Crackers are even hard to convince to leave in Cat 4-5 storms. It’s just their nature.
Thank you everyone. In Compton the kids used it as a derogatory word meaning white slave owners would crack the whips on their slaves. I learned a lot while teaching there.
From what little I’ve read of the American Civil War, c-r-a-c-k-e-r was a term of derision used by Yankee carpetbaggers against poor Southern white folks. Unscrupulous leaders of the newly freed slave population spread that word far and wide. While I was growing up in Georgia, my grandparents, aunts and uncles made sure us young’uns were proud to be Georgia Crackers. Before MLB came to town, Atlanta had a pretty good minor league baseball team and their name was, The Atlanta Crackers.
I always thought the term meant native born and raised Floridian. I knew it meant something else outside Florida.
The early 1800’s ranchers used a whip that had a “cracking” sound to round up their cattle. Thus crackers – long time generational Floridians.
We call anyone born outside of FL yankees. Just an expression since childhood. Just means someone from somewhere else.
Where is the EPA? Hosting a Green Energy Summit in Germany!
Stay safe s.d. keep the faith
Water damage restoration company owner here, not in FL, and not looking to come down at this time. Believe or not there are some outstanding men and women working on helping restore normalcy to homes and businesses. Unfortunately there also some bad apples that spoil the bunch. So sorry that y’all are having to endure. SD is right, there is Hope but unfortunately it is hard to see when all that’s visible is destruction and void where joy was before. Be encouraged, there are many millions of us praying for y’all.
Dearest Lord, I am humbled to be called your child and am thankful you are God and I am not. Your plan is so much greater and much wiser than we could ever know, and scripture tells us that you work all things to your glory (even when we don’t understand your ways). Thank you for your grace and mercy, without which we would all be convicted eternally for our sin. I pray for the people affected in this storm and their families, the strong and the weak, the courageous and the defenseless who have and continue to endure this. May your grace and healing be upon them, may your loving arms be outstretched over them and may you lift them up so that they may be filled with your peace, the only peace that surpasses all understanding. Help the men and women who are sacrificing time with their families to help Florida to recover.
Dearest Lord, we know that your sovereignty continues to this day and that NOTHING goes unseen to you. Not the power companies who refuse to restore power because it is not in their financial interests to do until it is “their” timing, not the insurance companies who claim they are “inundated” with claims (who recently let many of their adjusters go during the pandemic). You see and know of EVERY contractor who is there working, whether in their own self-interests or for the good of their clients (and the combination of both). I pray that your sovereign will be done. I pray that you encourage and strengthen EVERY ONE of the people who’s lives have been disrupted, that they can know that YOU are God, and that you will not be mocked; that every knee will bow, some willingly and many unwillingly. Lord, thank you for your mercy during this time and please strengthen your people. In your mighty son Jesus’ name. Amen
Thanks Sundance, always wondered why you are so nice and tough – cracker. Now I know.
Cracker is a cultural slur of honor.
Florida Governor DeSantis delivers an update on Hurricane Ian in Cape Coral, Florida – Rumble Video
https://commoncts.blogspot.com/2022/10/florida-governor-desantis-delivers.html
Sundance, thanks for your real story. I’m glad it’s not a race riot or other human caused event. We always battle the world and its master. Seen my share in OK and TX of windstorms and ice storms and tropical storms. Diligence and determination are the work of saintly persons. Any progress is soul lifting. Even if it is not a lasting change, it is the effort and the knowledge of having a small human impact. God bless you and all those in the line of fire.
the video; trees dehydrated by wind in a tropical climate; lumber, once houses, became boards again; nothing is left to eat for people, birds and four legged; only professionals are safe on Sanibel. This micro view is silent and so am I. Unlike the non stop news narratives, seeing is unforgettable.
Took couple coolers full of cooked food in Ziploc bags full of frozen water to my buddy in Cape Coral for the review leaving his house. Zero power trip that I saw driving all the way to Cape Coral I tried to figure out how to email the video to you guys at the treehouse but my phone was not letting me do it
file:///var/mobile/Library/SMS/Attachments/31/01/F2F78078-EE06-4775-A7CE-704EF7C66989/IMG_1111.MOV
Please excuse the fact that my phone can’t understand a word I’m saying. Zero linemen in sight on my rout thru the cape.
I don’t know how to paste the video I took driving down the street but there is over a mile of power poles lying in the street that cars are driving around high-voltage lines many places they’re laying on the houses many places they’re leaning into the road.
Update. Sundance is our coworker. An hour after I left my buddies house on the Cape, he said an army of lineman and huge trucks came there rolling down the street and before it got dark they had power.
For the record, it’s 40’ (forty feet) and 20’ (twenty feet) containers or trailers or flatbeds. There are no 40 yard (120’) trailers or containers on our roads. Otherwise, moving and spot on.
For the record, a 20- or forty-yard container has nothing to do with the length of it. Otherwise, you’re an arbitrary and capricious idiot.
https://rayhaluchinc.com/what-is-a-cubic-yard/