Well, I'm sure Ernesto is headed my way in some form or another. I came down to the beach Saturday and had a wonderful visit from my friend K, who just left. The plan was that Bill would fly down tomorrow night, my sister and brother-in-law would come Thursday evening, her sons plus one girlfriend Saturday morning. Nice full house--no room for hurricanes!
Right now the bad boy looks wimpy enough, but you never, ever know. He will go back over the Atlantic after swiping Florida and will then head back to land somewhere on the SC-NC coast, and while over water could strengthen again. And if the weather's bad enough, Bill may decide to postpone his flight. That would leave me here alone on Thursday, with the tracking map drawing an arrow at my house.
However, that's all the very dramatic view. The fact is, at worst he will be category I, which is still a hurricane and not something I want to be here alone with in the middle of the night, but not likely to take the house down. The best case is that he goes out to sea, and my feeling is that the reality will be a lot of rain and some beach erosion.
But if I wait until the last minute and then decide to leave, I'll be caught in all the traffic jams. Glad I didn't bring Mop along--that would be fun, 12 hours in a car with a yowly cat.
So mostly I'm hoping Bill will come early, Ernesto will dissolve or go out to sea, and all will be well. But I'm keeping an eye on NOAA and the Weather Channel, and buying some new batteries.
Later, that is. Right now, the sun is shining and I'm kayaking over to the beach to swim in the warm water--yesterday I saw a huge manta ray leap into the air.
Right now the bad boy looks wimpy enough, but you never, ever know. He will go back over the Atlantic after swiping Florida and will then head back to land somewhere on the SC-NC coast, and while over water could strengthen again. And if the weather's bad enough, Bill may decide to postpone his flight. That would leave me here alone on Thursday, with the tracking map drawing an arrow at my house.
However, that's all the very dramatic view. The fact is, at worst he will be category I, which is still a hurricane and not something I want to be here alone with in the middle of the night, but not likely to take the house down. The best case is that he goes out to sea, and my feeling is that the reality will be a lot of rain and some beach erosion.
But if I wait until the last minute and then decide to leave, I'll be caught in all the traffic jams. Glad I didn't bring Mop along--that would be fun, 12 hours in a car with a yowly cat.
So mostly I'm hoping Bill will come early, Ernesto will dissolve or go out to sea, and all will be well. But I'm keeping an eye on NOAA and the Weather Channel, and buying some new batteries.
Later, that is. Right now, the sun is shining and I'm kayaking over to the beach to swim in the warm water--yesterday I saw a huge manta ray leap into the air.
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Stay safe!
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We actually get both hurricanes and earthquakes here--Charleston suffered huge damage from an earthquake and fire in 1886, though not as bad as San Francisco in 1906. But we don't get earthquakes as often!
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