September 10, 2017
Walking through our town, we felt like we were in a ghost town. The streets, normally flooded with tourists, were instead empty.
In between the bands of rain, what started as gentle winds of about 15 miles an hour began building strength. By the time we walked from the Village Inn to the Fort, the winds were tossing waves over the seawall and shooting spray and rain into our faces like atomic arrows.
At the wooden walkway at the north edge of the Fort, we stopped to watch the ocean beat against the seawall.
Lucas spied every vehicle that slowly drove down the small river that used to be Avenida Menendez and squealed “Big truck!” or “Police truck!” (Sport utility vehicles are trucks to Lucas.) Three or four big jacked-up trucks moved through the river. A police SUV appeared to be patrolling.
The girls raced up the Fort’s hill. The walkway was underwater!
We didn’t check the depth, but the people behind us with the cute black and brown dogs were wading along the walkway up to their knees!
We stood on the Fort hill and surveyed the area of downtown in our sight. Outside of those few vehicles, there were only a handful of scattered walkers. (Our party of 8 made up about 50% of the walkers.) The beautiful city was boarded up and sandbagged. Colorful tape blocked the few windows that didn’t have boards or shutters.
After spying water in the moat, the girls decided not to roll down the hill because of the giant “lake” of water.
So off we went toward St George Street. (Back toward the car, because now the icicle raindrops were “too hard.” This also meant no more pictures as our camera isn’t waterproof.)
On our way back home, Rebeccah said, “Mom, that was like a real ghost tour through a ghost town.” With that began the ideas for what will soon be released as another in the Five Alive: Funny Sisters series! Gale at the Ghost Town
We left praying for those who would be affected as the flooding we observed was over 12 hours before the storm’s highest winds and storm surge were to reach us – and our city wouldn’t be the hardest hit. Hurricanes display such raw, natural power that a mere human can only stand in awe.
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