Posted on 10/04/2022 7:46:01 PM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
In the sunshine state, we met the sofa survivor.
In the worst hit part of southwest Florida, David Dean told us how he saw out Hurricane Ian.
"I found myself around three or four in the afternoon, floating on a sofa with my head just above the ceiling fans, 18 inches below the ceiling. I was gasping for air."
As the water rose inside David's 1970s single-storey park home, he planned for the worst - and an exit route.
"From that point, it was going to be to try to get out the door and hold on to a palm tree or something. The water was very cold and I was shivering. It was pretty horrific," he said.
"For about two-and-a-half hours I was bobbing in that water. I couldn't touch the bottom and was just waiting for the storm to pass."
(Excerpt) Read more at news.sky.com ...
He is the sofa king. Sofa king great!
Hurricane survival - Couch Potato style!!!
Can’t blame him for having cold feet.
Ya do what ya gotta do. Otherwise, it’s the roof top in all that rain and wind.
Sofa king genius!
The ultimate couch surfer (and yes, I read the article)
Yikes!
(.....couldn't resist, groan.....)
Leni
That is strange that he said the water is cold. It’s usually warmer in hurricanes.
COWABUNGA! Now that’s what I call REAL couchsurfing!
With a little forethought he could have had a beer cooler floating alongside the couch.
If had floated for days or weeks, he could have gotten a book or movie deal?
Florida man is resourceful, that’s why he always survives to make the news again.
I thought it was going to be like this too, but it turned out the guy was still in his house and had to swim out, leaving the couch behind.
“Hey babe. Get me another beer, will ya? Babe?”
LOL, that didn’t take long.
My flood story (I believe I've posted this story here before, but worth repeating in my estimation), it was a warm February day, my best friend and I were perhaps 15 - 16 years old. My Dad had bought an unsinkable Sportspal (foam lined) canoe only weeks earlier. We lived on the edge of a deep valley golf course that was totally flooded. The air temp in sunshine was nice, water temp was probably dangerously below 40.
We paddled around on an after school excursion without my Dad's permission (he was still at work) maiden voyage for the little canoe.
At some point we crossed a tini 1 inch drop in water level from the huge golf course into the fast running Rogue River. That was the mistake. Suddenly we were traveling way faster than a canoe should be able to go and heading straight for a bridge that had cable supports underside. We crashed into the bridge and were instantly sucked under, plunged into freezing cold water but nobody got snagged by the cables.
My Friend had recently broken his shoulder and was in a sling which sucked because he was always way bigger and stronger than me but he did manage to grab on to one end of the overturned canoe . I managed to swim to the other end and kept trying to swim us closer to something to grab on to.
Everything I got my hands on was ripped so violently and my hands were so bloodied I didn't realize how cold I was getting. At some point I managed to get my ankles locked around a tree and we stopped the down river flood. After that My buddy was able to real me and the canoe out of the fast moving water.
The funny part of this story is we managed to get the canoe back into the garage before my Dad knew what happened. There was a few gouges and scratches that he never noticed or asked me about. Years later I told him the story and he just cracked up about the whole thing.
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