I live in what is affectionately referred to as “tornado alley”. I say affectionately, but we mean it only as a consolation to the fear and destruction we face every spring when severe storms sweep through our neck of the woods threatening to devastate a way of life and uproot everything we hold dear.
This year those worries truly were realized when on March 25 at around 6pm a tornado raked its ravaging path through our little community. We were among the fortunate. The only damage we incurred is a few metal sheets off the back porch roof and two trees felled. What a welcome relief at the first inspection upon emerging from the storm shelter to find only those few items out-of-place.
Of course, all this means the power was out, but we had no idea what other damages our neighbors had incurred at the time. Except for the unusually large number of vehicles traversing the road by our home, we only suspected the storm had wreaked havoc on our town. Thank goodness for the smart phone, for we would have been entirely in the dark, and not just literally either. The next morning was our first look at the reality of the night before. C-Man managed to get of town before the National Guard blocked roads. His route out was hindered only by blow over trees. He related news reports of far worse damage to the town farther west. We were all shocked at his news, to say the least.
Someone had inspected our property and deemed us unharmed and all persons accounted for. Hence the circle with the X.
Later that day, we ventured off our hill to take a look around at our neighbors homes in the valley below. We were absolutely dumbfounded at what greeted us.
These trees are only a few of the trees blown over in our neighbor’s yards. Just knocked right over. We were flabbergasted.
Still more trees. I couldn’t take as many pictures as I wanted. It didn’t seem right in the face of the destruction suffered by our neighbors. People had chain saws and trailers out that day, clearing the debris from their yards. It took days to get it all away.
The next day a trip into town was mandatory and the rest of the devastation greeted us. We were in shock. This is a glimpse of the community with blue tarps draped over almost every roof.
Then, as we reenter the now unfamiliar territory of our little community, all the natural landmarks are gone, blown away in the storm. It so disconcerting not to recognize home.
Trees are just shredded and gone.
This may just be a road to the wandering stranger, but all the power poles are gone and every large tree is decimated. We are in shock to see the transformation. As you see, there are a LOT of power company trucks in the road. We counted about 25 trucks that day. The power company did an outstanding job to restore the power to our community.
More of the same.
This is Simpson Rd and it was lined in beautiful old oaks draping the road from both sides. They shaded the properties and the roadway. This is a such a stark contrast to the norm.
There is so much sky over the ground! We don’t usually see this much blue.
All these pictures came from my phone camera. Who thought to grab the good camera during all that chaos?
I am happy to report all the anomalies are righted and the roads are now at their new norm.
Several homes are being rebuilt and all the roofs are repaired. I tell you, it is a shock to find level ground where a home once stood. We only pray these families are able to recover with little financial loss.
This is a view into a tiny fissure of trouble in my little piece of heaven. It still remains heaven to us, though.