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.

3 Responses to “Hurricane not a sign of the apocalypse”

  1. I love storms.
    I could sit and watch a thunderstorm all day, and I have also had the itch to chase tornadoes – but hurricanes are unlike anything else.
    I’ve witnessed the weaker sides of two as well. One in Herndon back in the 80’s when a hurricane made a b-line for the D.C. area and a strange one that slammed into Virginia in 2003 (?) and came in far enough for us to get hit with the kind of stuff you are describing. Pretty scary. Ripped the transformer off of the pole outside of our house which killed the power to the sump pump which resulted in a flooded basement.
    Not fun.
    Well…a little fun…but a lot scary too.

    Glad everyone is ok.

  2. Yeah, I’m certainly not going to complain considering what folks are dealing with in Texas and Louisiana.

    Sure does help one to cultivate new respect for nature.

  3. Well, I DO NOT like Ike. He came through our area and the road to my neighborhood was under a FOOT of water. It was normally a bridge, but it looked and sounded like Class 5 rapids.
    “Raindrops keep falling on my head…”