On Friday, Aug. 26, 2011, we received word that Hurricane Irene was going to hit our Brooklyn apartment.
Mayor Bloomberg spread the word: “evacuate low lying areas, including the Brooklyn waterfront, and head for the hills.”
We thought he said “Catskills.”
“Hey,” our friends, Jack and Judy suggested, “why don’t you use our home upstate? It’s near the town of …and has a hot tub.”
We didn’t hear the name of the town as we were too busy grabbing towels and candles.
We gather other essentials, as well:
Then we hop in the jeep, and head north.
Prison break!
After a bit of a ride, we end up at Jack and Judy’s mountain-top abode. It was more than we could have hoped for.
The skies were clear, the sun was out…
We took some precautions, bottling water and unbottling the rest.
Then we headed out for some local flavor, and settling on the local Walmart, found it strangely quiet.
Quiet, in light of their reputation, that is.
That night, we were awakened by a pitter patter on the roof. We looked outside, where everything seemed fine. The electricity was out, a minor inconvenience.
No internet, no cell phones, no email…
Tired of roughing it, we took a drive. There were a couple of felled trees, and several downed power lines.
We headed up to the local town, a mile or so up the mountain, to get breakfast.
Wait–what was the name of that town again?
Oh, that’s right, Windham.
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POSTSCRIPT
Upon our return to Brooklyn we were shocked by the extensive water damage to our apartment parking garage, located below sea level:
All our best to the true survivors of Irene and other disasters. Our thoughts are with you!
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Hilarious and so apropo, and yet unfortunate in light of VT’s disaster.
Love the images – Did Bloomberg read this yet?