Well, friends, it’s approaching fast! “Frankenstorm,” otherwise known as Hurricane Sandy, is making its ugly presence known.
Senior Meteorologist Stu Ostro (Twitter | Facebook) said: “History is being written as an extreme weather event continues to unfold, one which will occupy a place in the annals of weather history as one of the most extraordinary to have affected the United States.”
We spent the weekend preparing for it as much as we could – putting away lawn furniture, storing all recycling bins and trash cans in the garage, moving stuff off the floor in our basement (we get water when it rains), putting away absolutely anything that can blow away in the wind. I’m a little nervous as our neighbor has left two full-size ladders leaning on his porch outside. Um…they can blow, too, sir. I hope he puts them away as soon as possible.
See the ugly red on the map above? That’s us. There’s no escaping this storm. It has already started raining and the wind is picking up. Roads are already closing.
I’ll admit, storms of this magnitude make me extremely nervous. Of course, who wouldn’t be nervous…but I’ve been stuck in three other hurricanes in the past years. All three were wicked nasty and dangerous. I’m amazed about some of the things I’ve lived through. It gives me the confidence that I’ll survive this one, too. But it still gives me the willies.
I survived Hurricane Bob in Maine in 1991, one of the costliest hurricanes in New England history. Bob left extensive damage throughout New England in its wake, totaling approximately $1.5 billion (1991 USD, $2.56 billion 2012 USD). This made it the second costliest United States hurricane at the time; as of 2010, it ranked twenty-second in the category. In addition, seventeen fatalities were reported in association with Bob. The loss of life and most of the damage occurred as a result of high winds and rough seas.
My dad, mom, younger brother, and I were in the car headed back to our cabin on Sebago Lake. My not-so-normal family, mainly my dad, decided we should drive to the docks and watch the waves crash. In the middle of a hurricane. I know what you’re thinking and yes…we are that crazy. My mom was hysterical, yelling at my dad to turn the car around, he’s nuts, this is dangerous, and so on. He thought it was funny. Ha ha.
It was an incredibly powerful sight. The waves were over 6 feet high. The boats were tossed about like weightless feathers in a breeze. Standing on the shores, we were coated in salty sea spray from the crashing waves. The wind whipped around us as we strained to stand upright. After a few minutes, my mom demanded we leave and head to relative safety. She’s usually the sane, rational one of the bunch. Dad, high on excitement, complied, but shared his glee at the awesomeness of the storm.
I suppose this is why, as a child, I would throw my window wide open in my bedroom, pull up a chair, and smash my face into the screen during thunder and lightning storms. I would shriek and run when the cannon booms rattled the windows and the lightning burned my retinas, but like an addict, would run back to the window to experience the next one.
While I’m not near the shore or water this time around, I’ll still be running to the window to watch the power of Hurricane Sandy. It fascinates me and reminds me just how insignificant I am when it comes to the fierce passion of Mother Nature and God. It reaffirms my reverence and awe for the All Mighty. I am just a speck of sand in the grand scheme of life. A speck that matters, but still a speck. I am filled with awe and gratitude to be a part of this grand life.
Have you ever been through a hurricane before? What was your experience like? Are you in the path of Hurricane Sandy? Are you ready for it?