OK. I'm back.
Well, I never went anywhere -- as you know. But the electricity was just restored. And that puts me back in contact with the rest of you.
As it turned out, Jova is right up there in the Irene category. Lots of hype (for our area). Not much wind. But lots of water.
We lost power last night around 10 or so. The rumor is that the electrical company turned it off to avoid injuries when lines started dropping. I don’t know if that is true or not. It is just what I heard.
Apparently, the storm passed north of us. Giving us a few gusts of wind. When I got up this morning, this is what my garden looked like. Some debris, but not as much damage as I had expected.
I took a quick walk around the neighborhood. Not everyone was as lucky as I. Some good-sized trees were toppled. Taking power lines (fortunately, dead) with them. And often on top of cars. (Who parks their car under a tree when a wind storm is on the way?)
But today’s theme was not wind. It was water.
Between the main highway and the beach, there is a very noticeable dip. A dip that water seeks out with a vengeance.
I walked up that way to see how the church palapa frame fared. It seems to have survived without noticeable damage. But the street in front of the property had turned into a chocolate pudding river. I should add, a very fast-moving pudding.
Most of the houses in that area were flooded. I retreated only when we received another torrent of rain. Rain that is still falling this evening.
Kim of Boston asked me to post a post-hurricane photograph of the beach from the same spot as two days ago. That spot is no longer there.
Here is my best attempt.
