Riding the Storm Out - A Journal of Enduring Hurricane Florence | Eastern North Carolina Now

This journal will begin as a sketch of my long moments, told in words and images, of my living through the "storm of a generation" (the prediction of others). It begins as a collection of my thoughts of real occurrences in real time, beginning at a moment when the storm was at it worst, then continuing ...

    Near Daybreak, February 14, 2018:

    There was never a question as to whether I would abandon my property during any hurricane, but definitely not this one - a hurricane, big and powerful, but one I pray I am more ready for than any in my illustrious past of tilting at North Atlantic hurricanes. Hurricane Florence has been well forecast, and, remarkably, is making landfall within 14 miles of where the meteorologists initially projected it hit 3 days earlier, and reported here on BCN.

    To further record a journal of this much publicized cyclonic leviathan, I shall put into digital posterity an account of its short, but rather impressive projected history of wanton destruction.
The eye-wall of Hurricane Florence as seen from the NASA Space Station many well anticipated hours before making landfall in southeastern North Carolina: Above.   Click image to enlarge.
    The mammoth storm began far east in the Atlantic, picked up its speed to 15 miles per hour, set its course on a vector for North Carolina's central to southern coast, and proceeded upon its path with direct abandon. An climatic abandon of wind and rain of unrestrained fury. An unrepentant fury that took my power at about 7:25 pm, toyed with me for about 40 minutes while I set all my power chords in perfect, prolonged placement extending from my unproven, medium sized generator, and then the power coming back on; staying with us for the duration, with a few intermittent brownouts.

    Now at 12:15 am, I am worn out from a long day that began at daybreak, and tomorrow's daybreak is only a few hours hence. The wind is moaning like banshees howling in the wake of an 100 car ghost train. It will be a restless night full of many surprises ... Goodnight.

    Near Daybreak, February 14, 2018: