In September of 1989, when we had been here just three months, Hurricane Hugo passed through. Mark got home from second shift at midnight, just as the storm arrived. Every one knows that you shouldn't stay in a mobile home when a hurricane comes. But then everyone also knows that hurricanes always blow themselves out before they get this far inland. Dumb ol' Hugo didn't know that
Fortunately, the ugly-as-sin back porch caught the trees that fell toward the trailer,
and held them up off the roof. Where I went to take pictures.
We only got minor damage.
A few busted shingles,
and a little skirting down-
and eleven days without electricity or water.