Don’t you hate it when your family vacation is cut short by a massive swirling storm of death? Yeah, me too. But there are worse things. Like when your property and/or life are destroyed by a massive swirling storm of death. If I have to be in one of those groups, I’ll gladly take the former.
Our annual week on the NC Outer Banks was very rudely interrupted by Florence, but we squeezed all the beach time we could out of our 3 days. Apparently my updates on the Interwebs gave the impression that we were waiting for the lightning and rain before we bothered getting out of the ocean – people, how dumb do you think I am?! Yes, we waited until they kicked us out…but that was about 48 hours before the first breeze or drop of rain.
As you can see, the time we did have at Emerald Isle was gosh darn beautiful. And if nothing else, at future beach vacations we’ll be able to tell increasingly exaggerated stories about “Florence year.” (“It was a category 4.” “No, it was a category 7.” “They told us to leave and mom punched them, so the police escorted us off the island…”)
Anyway, don’t worry about me. I was never in danger, and a “backup” vacation is already in the works. 😉 But lots of people aren’t this lucky, so please consider donating to the Red Cross here.
