Don’t get too fascinated, I nearly drowned in North Florida during Hurricane Dora in 1964. I was at Mayport reporting for duty on the Saratoga when it hit and Uncle Sam saw fit to assign me, along with a lot of other young dummies, to try to stop a hurricane with sandbags.
Donna was my first hurricane. I was a little girl and terrified. Ripped our carport off and blew it across the street to the school yard. Knocked down a big tree in the back yard, which in turn ripped a water line, sending water shooting up like a geyser. Went through Andrew in Broward so we didn’t get it bad - 85 mph winds but didn’t have electricity for several days and didn’t know how bad things were south of us.
I’m glad you didn’t drown.