I grew up one county south in Amherst and I was a toddler in 1969 when Camille hit. I don’t remember anything about it but I heard stories from my parents of the constant stream of National Guard helicopters flying in and out of the junior high school next to us, heading up to the hard-hit areas in Nelson County 20 miles north. Forty years later you could, if you knew where to look, still see the scars on some hills from the mudslides. It was a freak weather occurrence like no one had ever seen and will probably never see again. But it rained hard enough to stall cars. Not from driving through standing water. Just from the rain in the air.
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the book i read about it, i just couldn’t put it down. Finished it in one day. What struck me about the night it happened...witnesses said they knew something bad was taking place...in the middle of these torrential cloud bursts, middle of the night, suddenly there was the horrible odor of rotting pine, wood, and debris. Here it was the mountainside literally being scraped open, right down to the granite bedrock, exposing centuries old sludges of mud..leaves...trees..Earth. Just a fascinating, horrible event....