week 11, post 2

Rockin' down da bayou...
Some of you may have noticed that NOLA and this area had another round of bad weather Wednesday evening. Thunderstorms were especially bad, and resulted in some tornadoes in the vicinity of the NOLA airport. There may have been some in my area, also. High winds and very heavy, driving rains made for a memorable night in the camper. There was rocking and roaring with the winds. I thought several times, "There's no way I could hear a tornado coming...it already sounds like one right now." I was not sure several times if the camper would remain upright and in one piece, but it did. The rain went right through the canvas and got things wet, including my pillow, but I was ok. Just not a lot of sleeping in a mess like that... Morning found my trailer in the middle of a small pond, mud everywhere, with a narrow causeway from my door to the truck. The Pointe aux Chenes road had a telephone pole tipped at about 45%, supported by the wires. I saw several beautiful cedars blown down on the way into town. Sad. Wish I had my lathe down here....
When they realized the next morning how bad it had been, my hosts remonstrated gently that I had not sought safety and comfort in their FEMA trailer. They care a great deal and they are very protective. But who wants to cross 100 yards of open ground in the night in that...?
What I need to note is that, bad as it was, it was nothing compared to a hurricane or even a tropical storm. Like many real traumas, there are things we just don't want to know. But, now that I'm ok -- it would have made a nice Survivor or Fear thing segment -- shows I never bother to watch. I have my own adventures. But sometimes, brave fishermen ride these things out in awfully small boats....
"Lord, my craft is so small, and the sea is so great." "Peace, be still."