Irma and I, AftermathI prepped our boat Odissea and left her securely moored to a hurricane rated dock. I then drove home to Canada Friday afternoon, becoming part of the evacuation stream. The scenes along the highway reminded me of Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath.
Rest areas designed to accommodate 200 cars became camps with 700 plus vehicles. Populated by families with all their most chersiched possessions. These people were not prepared either emotionally, financially, or culturally for this. I saw in the morning mist, mothers wrapped in blankets walking aimlessly while holding crying children. These places have no facilities for food, sanitation and potable water. All systems are stressed to the breaking point and power is tenuous. These poor people will be without resources soon and without gas and therefore stranded. Their fate is in the hands of others in a state where devastation has yet to be defined or catagorized. I pray for them.
As to my home Odissea, I have had general reports that the marina and the boats therein survived without damage. Due to a lack of power, communications is down. I await more specific information. I will be returning to the boat next week to see for myself what next steps will be.
Thank you all for your care, your prayers and you compassion.
Please forgive my not responding individually to your comments.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 15:20
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