Sailing season is once again interrupted by a storm. Irene is headed up the coast, and the media hype puts it to be “the storm of a lifetime”. I’m skeptical.
We’ve moved Bohème to the pond, where she should be nice and snug. The Pudgy (still in need of a name) is still over at the yard, but other preparation comes first.
Our canvas is down, and we are getting the house ready.
Finally the hype is too much, we decide to haul for the storm. I’m certainly conflicted, but figure that if things really hit at Category 1 or 2 force, it would be better. Something else to do; great.
It turns out that My Time needs a place away from the harbor, so she gets the dock space.
Well, although you can’t call Irene a non event , she certainly has not lived up to the media hype. With the eye passing pretty much directly over us, we barely saw tropical storm winds. We did see a lot of rain, however, which really beat up locations inland from us with flooding.
We didn’t escape the flooding. The storm surge and runoff brought the water to a height only surpassed by the ‘92 storm (before we were in the house). Our dock was under water and the floating dock, although just fine, started coming near the top of the pilings. The deck rose up in the middle, leaving its supports and it seemed as though the rain would never end.
Ah yes, the house. Marion ran around moving furniture and was worried about flooding. I didn’t believe we’d get hit that hard because of the diminishing winds.
I was wrong.
Moving everything was out of the question, but some things which would be easily damaged were elevated. We had something like 6-8 inches of water in the house.
The rugs (with very heavy furniture on top) are now pretty much gone. The flooring is a mess. The dishwasher (which Marion hates) is also a goner. There is (or was) wiring under the house and a whole list of things we haven’t yet even discovered.
It still, however, is great to live on the water. It is just when you live in the water that things get a little tough.
