I made it through a category 2 hurricane shortly after my dad survived a massive heart attack. As my brother noted this morning, "The Peltiers are on a roll this month!"
The 36-hour lockdown was slogged through as the storm raged outside. We had yelling matches through 4 games of Avalon (super fun), watched too much TV before the power went out, and drank out Kings as the floor tiles in reception slowly filled with leaking water. Every so often debris smashed into the building and shaking doors had to be roped shut, but ultimately nothing particularly terrible happened. In fact, the scariest part was being jolted awake by a flood of light and piercing fire alarm at 5 am... and all that meant was the campus emergency generator had been turned on.
By morning the weather was calm and beautiful outside. Perfect for grabbing a bagel and taking a stroll through the aftermath! Every road was blessed with a new chaotic tree sculpture and every building a fresh coat of pulverized leaves. The air smelled amazing from all of the cracked, fresh wood.
Wright Hall probably accrued the most damage with much of the roof blown off, broken windows, and large holes in some of the top floor rooms. It's no longer legal to construct buildings with such wide eaves for this exact reason.
Every tree in our side yard was either broken or yanked clean out. The giant palm that sits in between two houses and a series of power lines managed to fall in the ONLY possible direction where there was a safe, open space to land. Our house was virtually untouched except for a little flooding in the kitchen and my room. And there wasn't even enough water to damage any furniture!
Finally, there used to be a working mesocosm behind the laboratory buildings... "used to" being the operative words now. You can see how many cinder blocks are still attached to the frame and hanging in the air, while those white buckets in the background are filled with cement. The wind was literally strong enough to move buckets of cement.
Wind speeds maxed out at 110 mph and most of the island is still blacked out. Our toilet doesn't seem to be running any longer. But I'm alive! And so is my hippo. Nothing quite like sleeping on the ground in an old library for two days.