I’m writing by the light of a lone, dying candle. I know not when it will flicker out, but I fear that may happen soon. The dark is less comfortable when the means to escape it is gone.
The damage outside was immense. Trees blocked every second street, lines were down as often, and damage to homes and property was quite common. Much of the carnage has so far gone unrepaired.
Nathan and I walked around for a few blocks when he woke up and saw much of the local harm. Most seemed superficial, but some homes were hit by trees, and many sidewalks had been torn up with tree roots. It was a uniquely awe-inducing sight.
We later returned to the apartment and talked with Greg some. After still more time we walked to a corner store for supplies. On the way home we snapped some photos of the more impressive hurricane evidence.
We then walked to King’s University, where we found Ilea sleeping in her lightless dorm room. She filled us in on some details about the storm. Included in this was the fact that a state of emergency had been declared, that her residence had flooded some, and that a ship had sunk in the harbour.
We headed downtown to survey more damage, and found that some stores had power and were open. We stocked up on some more things and then went to the water front. There we saw the sunken ship, or rather the top of its masts as they broke the water’s surface.
In our search to find some hot food we were called to from a passing car. It turned out to be my cousin’s husband, Frank. He was in the city for a military training course and was looking for food himself. We all hopped into his car and eventually made our way to a pub called Maxwell’s Plum. There Frank bought us all dinner and we talked in the crowded eating area. Nathan was forced to sit in a child’s high chair.
When we finished there Frank drove us all back here, where we finished out the night playing card games in the light of flickering flames.
The damage outside was immense. Trees blocked every second street, lines were down as often, and damage to homes and property was quite common. Much of the carnage has so far gone unrepaired.
Nathan and I walked around for a few blocks when he woke up and saw much of the local harm. Most seemed superficial, but some homes were hit by trees, and many sidewalks had been torn up with tree roots. It was a uniquely awe-inducing sight.
We later returned to the apartment and talked with Greg some. After still more time we walked to a corner store for supplies. On the way home we snapped some photos of the more impressive hurricane evidence.
We then walked to King’s University, where we found Ilea sleeping in her lightless dorm room. She filled us in on some details about the storm. Included in this was the fact that a state of emergency had been declared, that her residence had flooded some, and that a ship had sunk in the harbour.
We headed downtown to survey more damage, and found that some stores had power and were open. We stocked up on some more things and then went to the water front. There we saw the sunken ship, or rather the top of its masts as they broke the water’s surface.
In our search to find some hot food we were called to from a passing car. It turned out to be my cousin’s husband, Frank. He was in the city for a military training course and was looking for food himself. We all hopped into his car and eventually made our way to a pub called Maxwell’s Plum. There Frank bought us all dinner and we talked in the crowded eating area. Nathan was forced to sit in a child’s high chair.
When we finished there Frank drove us all back here, where we finished out the night playing card games in the light of flickering flames.
The night the hurrican began Nathan and I were watching its lightning, rain and winds assault our neighbourhood from the safety of our living room. The power blinked on and off several times before giving out for good.
Once this occurred we looked out back to see two cars beneath a falled tree. While they apparantly were not seriously damaged, it did show us how easily a tree could fall on us.
Somehow, despite all that, we donned our boots and jackets to confront wild nature. We stepped out the back door and were soaked with rain after wading to the road. We walked around the block, tredding rivers, avoiding downed trees and lines, and fighting the wind and rain, which removed most visability. We made it back here well drenched.