Luckily, hurricanes give you way more heads up than tornadoes. Growing up in Alabama, Roll Tide y’all! I’ve had my fair share of tornadoes. I’ve experienced two hurricanes. Once in Destin at a Hilton. As far as natural disasters go, it was pretty great. We were all brought into the ballroom where they kept us fed and beveraged. The other time I was on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean as the hurricane made its way by. After today, the cruise ship was way less stressful.
Since I had some advance notice, last weekend I went over the corners and windows of the RV.When I say that I went over the corners and windows, I really mean The Mechanic Man did. In reality, I embraced the trailer park lifestyle.
You’ll notice that I haven’t quite abandoned the bourbon Big Gulp cups. You know what they say about a little hair of the dog…
This morning, I woke up and remember the damn cat. Nowhere in my preparedness plan did I factor in that feline. Mizzou, my pup, loves her cat. I made a mental note to plan to trap the dog’s outdoor cat after I lure her inside. Perhaps my indifference will draw her in.
By afternoon the chaos started. The city shut down. No, for real. They’ve closed the all city offices for the rest of the week. Then the schools closed. Governor Haley announced that evacuation will begin tomorrow at 3pm. Interstate 26 will be reversed, all lanes are going out. Am I the only one who is like “what the what?!?” This whole evacuation, interstate reversal has me a little…y’all, I don’t even know.
There’s a gas station across from the office, sure enough, LINES of people. It was only 4 and I managed to fill up without much of a wait. People had already started posting about stations running out of gas! Again, what the what!?! By the time I left the office late, the same gas station and everyone I passed going home, had at least 30 cars waiting in line.
But what about my house blowing away, you ask? YEAH, THATS WHAT I KEEP ASKING.
Looks like blowing away is only one of my concerns. My end of the trailer park FLOODS. So where the hell do I move the damn thing?! Even now I’m sitting in bumper to bumper traffic of evacuees. The RV runs, it isn’t up for this kind of long haul yet though. If I move it out of the trailer park, I can’t attempt to tie it down. The Mechanic Man came up with a genius plan. People said to do over the top strap down. Dude, that’s a lot of strap. Instead, we (again, him, I just include myself to make me look active) are driving 4ft metal rods into the ground as anchors where we’ll attach it to the frame. Please God, do not let me white trash dwelling flip over or blow away. The RV is going to make moves towards an empty lot on the other end of the trailer park. No, there’s no power meter there either. I would have already made my way over there by now!
The RV has to be moved tonight and anchored down. It’s cool enough out I can manage without power for the evening.
But first, let me go to Home Depot. Legit, when I walked in that rack had plywood. I snapped this pic when I was checking out. Apparently, this lady for THE last generator in the store. All in all, Home Depot wasn’t that bad or crowded. Mostly people being idiots in the parking lot taking up 3 spots as they make a mad dash for plywood.
It’s an early post without the tie down, anchor my tin can down results. It might be a long night and I’d rather get some info in beforehand. After all, tomorrow is the big blog day! Hooray!
Oh! Evacuation! Obviously, I’m not going to stay in the RV during the storm. No need to try and recreate witches on bicycles a la Wizard of Oz. I haven’t decided if I’m going or staying. I’ve got a hotel room in Greenville and a couple of hurricane sleepover offers here. Priority #1 is secure the tin can. I’ll let everyone know after that! Stay safe y’all!