The storm blew in just to the north of us here near the southern Delaware state line. We did not emerge unscathed, but certainly better than many.
My home sits on a creek that feeds the inland bays, and the threat of tidal surge and flooding was very real, and very alarming. The drainage ditch behind my house was at capacity, and the marina at the end of the street was flooded above it’s decking. The second high tide, the one predicted to carry a significant storm surge from the sea, was expected after dark so we stood vigilant. I had my home and myself as prepared as I possibly could. Thankfully, the monster tides were less than that, and we saw just some minor flooding, bridge closures and other inconveniences in the local area. As coverage continues in the wake of the storm, we are learning just how lucky we have been. Others have not fared nearly as well. Some losing property, cars, and belongings; some losing homes, other still, losing lives. I am not a religious man by any means, but the religious have a poetic statement that so eloquently and completely summarizes one’s feelings on it all. “There, but for the grace of God, go I….”
We got lucky. Very lucky.
I’ve been out today to take bottled water, canned foods and clothing to a nearby collection area, where the goods will be loaded on trucks and taken north of here to those less fortunate, who badly need it. We hope they receive it in good health, and in the best of possible spirits. Forward we go….