After a great load of fanfare, Irene arrived in the wee hours of the morning. I was asleep, during most of her visit, but Liz was woken up. This morning we woke up to find the wind still blowing, and the rain still coming down. By 3pm we figured it was time to step out, as survivors, and survey the damage and get our first look at this new, post-Irene world.
Some people would say we got off lucky, but I'll let you all look at the photos below and decide for yourself...
Signs like this, with their 1 inch wide and 1/4 inch thick wood didn't stand a chance.
This sign on the street survived, but there was no sign of the person on the sign, or the dog. The only conclusion can be that they were blown away by the winds.
Ordinarily our back deck would have a table and grill/barbecue on it. Look at the deck above and they are nowhere to be seen... fine, so we moved them, but we moved them because of Irene.
Irene must have dunked this basketball hoop hard.
Bud Light littered the streets, presumably dropped by Irene as she went. I believe this is why her path was so hard to predict - can anyone really tell where a drunk person's foot is going to land next?
This car must have been blown into town all the way from Colorado.
Flood waters cascade down the drain on Turner Road. Water peaked at around 1/8 of an inch.
Winds blew these flip-flops/thongs 2 feet apart.
People on this street are lucky to still have power after branches fell onto the lines.
The Post-Irene world has spawned new profiteers and scavengers - they scour the streets, picking up people's broken trees, presumably to sell for profit. Step 1: Collect Wood. Step 2: ? Step 3: Profit.
The top level of Turner Road has been stripped away, leaving raised manhole covers and an uneven surface.
