The one furthest east - median heading for the AL/FL border - is the hurricane.
That's right where we're headed! Plans are to exit the area Tuesday morning.
I figured, if I can't get out, the cops can't get in, so they can't write me up for sitting in a running vehicle with an open container in my own driveway.
LOL!
I was staying on base at Tyndall when hurricane Irin (IIRC) came ashore. The damage was nothing like Michael in '17 but had enough force to collapse several beachside buildings, including the Salty Dog, which was my favorite hangout.
We had an F3 or F4 (depending who your reference) miss our home some months ago by only 300 yards—no way out for several days due to transmission lines over our only road made us glad we were preppers. The utility company had to bring in cranes to lift the lines so we could drive underneath to get in and out. We were without power for a week.
I’m hip to that. The local power utility literally had to wait for a county road crew to chainsaw us and our neighbors out so they could get a cherry picker in here and splice the lines back together. And we’d just had our whole HVAC system repaired due to a lightning strike the year before. I was never so relieved when I heard that new heat pump suddenly kick on and a blast of cold air hit me between the eyes. The clickety-clacking of all the computer fans and hard drives in my den was like a classical symphony to my ears. Where you camping out down here? Let me guess: Panama City. The Redneck Riviera.