That's a sobering thought. I guess they're not so "slow-moving" once all hell breaks loose.
That's a sobering thought. I guess they're not so "slow-moving" once all hell breaks loose.
We were flooded up to out rainpipes along the roof by hurricane Agnus in New York. It wasn't the hurricane that got us, but a damn broke way up river from all the rain, and the river banks were breaking all over the state. Big mess, it was.
Even though the hurricane doesn't hit you, it's effects still could.
Preceding Hurricane Georges one of the New Orleans meteorologists recommended that people keep axes handy so they could chop their way out of their attics, if necessary. My family had already evacuated by this time, a friend later told me that statement was what convinced her to evacuate.
That one really got to me too. I lived through Betsy and we had 5 feet of water in the house, which was raised about 3 feet. The entire neighborhood ended up in my neighbor's two-story house, where they had a roaring hurrican party going, until the boats came to get us the following morning.
I was very young so I was unaware about people dying in their attics. I asked my mom and she said that yes, it did happen. I do remember looking out of the window and seeing a dog on the roof of the house across the street.