Hurricane not a sign of the apocalypse
Walking trees are another story, though.
I love a storm. I love the texture of it, the taste, the energy. Nature unleashed to remind us who’s really in charge around here.
But I got my fill when the remnants of Hurricane Ike roared through Indiana on Sunday. The wind began to freshen at around 11:30. By 1:00 it was too late and too risky to walk the length of the driveway and take down the flag pole. 75mph winds tore up everything it could grab.
There was corn in my front yard. Corn! Where did corn come from?
Above the constant roar was “Crack! Pop! Pop! Crrrack! Screeee…booom!” Over and over. I’ve never seen trees walk before. They’re not very good at it, and kept falling over.
Sustained hurricane-force winds are unheard of in Indiana, and if this was just the last echo of what a real hurricane is like, then I don’t ever want to be caught anywher near one. This coming from a guy who has always wanted to be a storm chaser and take pictures of a tornado.
We were lucky to only have a mess to clean up and nothing poking out of the top of our house.