The Big Storm: Why Everyone Wants to Come to Our Place for the Zombie Apocalypse
I never heard of a derecho – a land hurricane – until we got hit with one. Unfortunately, our area was one of the hardest hit, and many people did not get power back for over a week. We have our own generator, so had most modern conveniences. When this pole snapped in front of our house, it took the lines down for everyone on the street except us.
This pic was taken a full week after the storm. When I posted this on my FB page, a few people commented that our services must be very poor. I remind people that our hard working lineman had a lot to do, we are in a very remote rural area, and one of the lineman died of heat stroke while working repairs. They did the best we could, and we are very grateful.
My corn crop was flattened.
I went out every day, propping up each stalk with rocks and poles. Within a few days, it started to spring back.
Some stalks came right up on their own. Corn roots are awesome and strong.
Many downed trees on our land, but nothing serious. No one hurt. Lots of cleanup though.
The neighbors weren’t so lucky. It looked like a tornado had been through in some areas.
Cleanup and clearing took roughly two weeks.
We’ve had a series of bad storms after this one, and with all the damaged trees, there were power outages to follow. All our clocks are off the mark. No one knows what time it is.
A rescue! These trucks lined our street. There were more than 20 at the local diner. I haven’t seen that many eligible bachelors in years.
Not that the joint is jumping around here, but getting from A to B was problematic for awhile.
Much of the clean-up came courtesy of the old boy network. Out here, everyone seems to carry a chain saw in their truck. No one waited for the state to do what can be done with our own hands. Grab a saw, take it to whatever tree was in the street, drag it aside, clear the road.
It was over 100 degrees every day that week. I don’t know how these fellows endured it!
Everyone was very kind to one another, and one of our neighbors rolled up on his golf cart with great packs of bottled water to share. We had one of the only working refrigerators and freezers, and offered drinks and ice. Our mailman came up and asked for water, and went away with Gatorade.
A few people got their generators stolen, but ours is bolted in, settled into a concrete bed. It runs for three months on propane. Everyone wants to come to our place for the Zombie Apocalypse.
The only serious drawback was our central air conditioner didn’t seem to want to work. But we have a window unit, and half the house is below ground, so it stayed pretty cool. Also, with the power fluctuations, I had trouble working. I finally gave up the third time the computer ate a job. Analog art will survive the Zombie Apocalypse. Computer art, not so much.
We are some of the only people we know with landlines. Landlines survived the storm. Cell phone towers did not. So, we had phones, but there was no cell phone left to call. However, after the Great Cell Phone Fail of 2012, there has been a rash of orders for landlines in this area. Sometimes the old ways are best.