There’s nothing like a hurricane to diminish some of the fun of a vacation trip to the mountains.
That was the situation my wife and I encountered last week upon arriving at home.
We had been gone nine days to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park where we camped at Elkmont with one of our sons and four of our six grandchildren.
The days were clear and nights sleeping-bag cold. It was great.
For the duration, there wasn’t any rain. It seems like that is the first time we’ve ever been up there where we didn’t have any precipitation.
But we’ll get to the mountain trip in another post.
Our grandson Nate was with us in the mountains. And Hurricane Nate greeted us upon returning home.
We had a few days to figure things out to make sure we were prepared, although we always seem to have at least three days of food and water on hand and sufficient flashlights.
We moved into our new house last year, so this was the first time for it to experience a storm.
Although Hurricane Nate was a minimal Category 1, we decided to go to my sister’s house for the duration of the storm.
Arriving Saturday afternoon about 15 miles away and farther inland, we settled in.
The winds picked up that night, the storm surge did some damage near the Mississippi beach front and the power momentarily went off at our location, but that was it.
Upon returning home Sunday morning, we found a lot of sprigs in the yard from two towering oak trees.
That was about it.
The electricity had apparently gone off momentarily and there was no damage to our house. Great!
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