As I mentioned last week, minutes after we came across a weather alert that a storm was on its way, we were struck by a “super derecho” of thunderstorms. We lost power before the storm even hit our house. The gusts of wind were stronger than those of the hurricanes that have hit us in recent years. Once the storm passed and we started to survey the damage in the dark, I called my mom from our cheap-o cell phone, standing on a piece of furniture to get a signal. “I think we need to drive home tomorrow,” I told her. It had been nearly two years since our last visit. It’s a long haul to Georgia.
Temperatures had been over 100 degrees the day the storm hit, and without power, our house was a hot muggy mess that night. Windows open, we listened as chainsaws roared into the early morning hours. The next day was sweltering as temperatures climbed again. We’ve been without power for as much as a week before, and we are good at it. But this time, it was just too hot.
Jonny cleared branches from our van and I packed for the trip. We packed in laundry baskets, one per person, because most of our clothes needed washing. I learned that packing in laundry baskets (we have square plastic ones with handles) is actually pretty great, and saves time on the unpacking end of things.
Larkspur had her hat with her, the hat she’s been working on for over a year now. She was pleased to show it to her knitting friend. The yarn was a gift from Elizabeth (you can read about the way Larkspur dyed the yarn in this post.)