Hello to All Who Dwell at GMT Nation....
I hazard to tell the story of what has happened to us over the period of Monday, October 7th on through to Monday, October 14th, 2024... mostly because there are very likely so many other Members and Visitors to GMT Nation living in the path of Hurricane Milton who suffered so much more than my Wife of Nearly Fifty Years...and yours truly experienced during this dreadful debacle.
If you read what I said back in Post #9, you might have imagined that we had the forethought and the wherewithal to escape from our home, virtually at Ground Zero for the rapid approach of Hurricane Milton into the Tampa Bay Area. Unfortunately, on the morning before we were scheduled to leave...
Everything Unraveled!
I received a call at around 09:00 AM from a Young Man with a wan and apologetic voice explaining that our Hilton-- Cum --Cordova Inn Reservation was
Voided and Cancelled. The Lad explained that the Hotel was in Danger of severe flooding and that as soon as all of the Guests were all evacuated, "No one...
NOBODY will be HERE if you were to show up tomorrow between 4-6 PM... I'm very, very sorry, Sir..." I thanked him for the courtesy call and bade him to have Good Luck.
With that... I realized that I had to act immediately to try and find a place for us to hole up within for at least Three Days... just as Milton had strengthened to a CAT 5 Storm with horrid 165 MPH CC Winds churning up The Heart of Darkness ... Like a Gigantic Heat Pump... hurling itself towards our location in the Tampa Bay Region.
My Son, DIL and Two Grand Kids had already left several days earlier and had already arrived at my DIL's (Mom & Dad's) Home just southwest of Tallahassee. When I called him, "My Boy"
(of almost 40 YOA now) firmly explained that there were
NO openings for
ANY rooms in any local areas in
ALL of the adjacent North Florida counties.
However, as it happened, his FIL had an account at the
Indigo Hotel up in Gainesville and that he would make the call and if possible... make the Reservation of Almost the Last "Resort" available for us to pursue with all due speed and alacrity.
He succeeded within the hour while my wife and I continued to check on line looking even up towards Georgia seeking some refuge. As soon as we knew a room four stories above sea level had become available... we made the
"Ditch At Dawn" Mad Scramble to pile everything we knew would be necessary for our sustenance for at least three days into my Wife's Car. Later on we used the local gas station
(about one mile south of our home) that was still wide open for business and pumping nothing but Mid-Grade Gasoline.
We topped off her 2013 Nissan Altima 3.5S and then headed east for I-275 and eventually I-75. That was at 10:06 AM on October 7th, 2024. I had only recently purchased a New Garmin Drive 51-LMT-S GPS Unit and, while being quite unfamiliar with it, I "doped" it out well enough to put in the Gainesville Address for the
Indigo Hotel and off we went...
at an Average Speed of a Demented Bag Lady, pushing a stolen Shopping Cart with TWO Wobbling Front Wheels down the sidewalk!
When we finally arrived in Gainesville... It was nearly 11:00 PM. We had only burned about 1/4 Tank of Gas and found it futile along the way to try and gain entrance to any of the "Rare I-75 Rest Stops" finally having to pull off the roadway just long enough for me to "Void" my Bladder and a"Void" wetting my pants.
My Wife is fortunate to possess a Bladder capable of holding an entire Water Cooler's worth of any (non-alcohol) liquid like a Bloody Desert Dromedary and frequently encouraged me as we crept along in traffic with disturbing stares and , hissing expressions like,
"Whatever you are going to DO Next... Do NOT Pee on My CAR SEAT!"
In any case
, the next part of this weird travel saga involved wending our way through some Very High End Neighborhoods in Gainesville featuring confusing "Roundy Rounds" on "Non-Manhattan Plan" curved roads, gated properties that eventually led to a Modest Private Residence. It seems that the Indigo Hotel and this Modest, Taseful Private Residence actually shared an Identical Address!
I managed to prevent stroking out while inventing and blurting out Filthy Streams of Curse Words better expressed in "Dante's Inferno" than in pleasant company. I swore a Blood Oath to Murder my Son's FIL if he thought that this was some kind of "clever joke"....with my Bare Hands.
After sitting along the roadside, waiting to be reported by "The Locals"... as Prowlers...I finally "doped" out the idea of putting the name of
"The Indigo Hotel" into the Garmin... and after making a Bee-Line drive 20 Miles away...we finally arrived at the Hotel...
at Midnight. The Long Drive of Hell had finally ended.
We checked in and crashed in the well apointed Hotel Room for an entire day, like most "Old Folks" would find necessary to reconstitute our DNA and finally... Start Feeling like Human Beings again.
THIS Hotel is Absolutely ....AWESOME!
Every Single Person we encountered there all week long helped and provided personal assistance to us over the next Seven Days. When we bailed on Monday, October 14th... It only took Two Hours and Fifteen Minutes to make the journey back home. Along the way...my Wife counted the number of trees that had been destroyed by Milton along I-75... reaching 105 Trees by the time we were just a few miles from home.
Now comes the evidence of some kind of 'Divine Intervention' ...for when I arrived home, I discovered that due to the Winds blowing persistently from east to west and then south to southeast... four out of the six giant Pine Trees threatening my property had been yanked sideways...away...from our Brand New Miami Hurricane Standard Vinyl Fence with Aluminum Posts.
However, in doing so... wherever their Wide, Pancake Shaped Root Systems had grown deep underneath our property line... They Lifted up four or five of those New Aluminum Posts --
"RTF" out of the ground-- from underneath as the Root Balls popped loose and tipped sideways away from the Fence and The House well above the ground and prying those posts as the Big Trees fell harmlessly away from "US" and onto the Ground. The result of all this erupting activity was to change my Fence Line from a "Straight-N-Level" Line Edge ... into a sort of Zig-Zag Looking arrangement.
Beyond this, the only other inconvenience was the evidence that my Giant Front Yard Oak had been all but denuded of its huge canopy of summer growth... throwing all that organic mess up and over the beveled and Flat Roofs in high winds and into our enclosed back yard. That was
IT... No Flooding...
(Although the Wind Driven Rain had soaked well into the lower front wooden door jamb, solidly sealing it up at some point), We had No Broken Windows... No Roof Damage... and I thought, "
God and His Angels Guard Our lives, Old Man... and Long May WE Become Them!"
My Local Neighbors had pitched in during our absence and picked and piled up all of the huge broken limbs and tree debris out onto the easement to await the County's "Claw Grabber and Dump Truck Parade" to make their way along the roadside and get all of this incredible damaged vegetation picked up and burned.
Our Power finally came back on at Midnight on October 13th... and the Internet did so as well, just as we were bringing in our travel bags. My Son and DIL had arrived earlier today and vacated all of the Spoiled Food from inside of the Freezer and Fridge which left me with no immediate emergencies to contend with... So ...
Time for a Hot Cup of Gevalia Coffee from the Dormant Kuerig Machine... and then... Taking a 10 Hour Nap.
I really wish that many more Floridians had been as lucky as we were over the Last Two Tropical Disasters covering 13 Horrible Days.
But... Jesus Palomino... If you don't live down here... You have absolutely NO idea just how Dangerous a moving dynamic counter-clockwise storm with CAT 5 - CAT 4 Hurricane Winds that also spawned innumerable F3 Tornadoes in its wake can be....
*IT*... is an Absolute NIGHTMARE!!!
If Milton had moved a mere 25 Miles further north and THEN entered through the open waters of Tampa Bay over, around and under the Skyway Bridge...
Our home would have filled with so much Gulf of Mexico Sea Water ...right up to the GD Roof Line.,,!!!
The Sound Moral of this Story... comes in Three Parts:
(1) Listen to the Authorities and Weather Folks... and if THEY tell you to Mark Your Name & DOB in Black Magic Marker on your belly so you can be identified after a Month passes before they finally find your Body... if You Do NOT Leave Early.... THEN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD...
LEAVE EARLY!
(2) Prepare a Few "Ditch at Dawn" Bug-Out Bags with EVERYTHING You Think You will NEED. Make Up Your Mind to GTFO..
. SOONEST...and then... DO SO!
(3) Book your Stays with at
LEAST Two Chain Hotel Locations EARLY and well away from the Strike Zone of the arriving Bad Weather... Just In Case ...ONE... of them decides to CANCEL your Reservation on Short Notice.
Here is Hoping for the Very Best of Outcomes Possible for as many of our Floridians as Possible in the coming weeks and months.
PS...
My Sincere Thanks..."Tusen Takke" (A Thousand Thanks in Norwegian) to the many well wishing Members of GMT Nation who responded to @Mooseman 's Concerns and Encouraging Thread on this Topic. We are Grateful for having Such Friends!