I remember Carla, I was just a child then and living in the Corpus Christi area. I’ve only evacuated from a hurricane once (Rita), and I’ve ridden many of them out in the comfort of my boarded up brick home. We sit on high ground in the center of my neighborhood. Tropical storm Allison is the one and only time we’ve had a threat of water in the house. After Alicia we had to buy a chainsaw to get into the backyard and lost power for about two weeks. We went to stay with relatives during that time, but that was after the storm. I may, possibly consider leaving with a Cat 4, but never a Cat 3. (FYI - I’m 53 ... but don’t tell anyone)
Ha! Girlscout is deceiving then. Should be womanscout :-)
Yes, we had a lot of water with Allison but we didn’t get any in the house either. We are in the middle of the block now and we will be the last in the neighborhood to get water but that won’t help if it gets nasty enough.
I was five and lived in Lake Charles when Audrey hit and we all went to Paw Paw’s house to stay. We had candles, flashlights and slept in one room. I thought it was a campout until I was allowed to go out on the front porch the next morning. Paw Paw got out the shrimp boat and went up and down the street in it. I begged him to pick up the packages of frozen food floating down the street (the Piggly Wiggly was just a few blocks over) but he sternly told me they weren’t fit for eating. I didn’t understand and continued to insist we partake in some free groceries. In a few weeks, we drove down to Cameron, Holly Beach and Hackberry. I could hardly believe the sights. It was heartbreaking. Then a few years later came Carla.
Those memories will remind me that hurricanes shouldn’t be taken for granted. I’m not afraid of a 1 or 2 but anymore than that and I’m outta here. The problem is with a 3, it can become a 4 at a point when it’s too dangerous to try and leave. I have a great deal of respect for mother nature. She can be very wicked.