The Return Home

Before leaving the shelter, I was able to talk to a police officer who gave us hope that our marina did well in the storm. At this point we were still unaware that a tropical storm hit us and not a cat 1 or possibly 2 hurricane. We left the gym late morning.

A Slovakian lady we met at the gym was kind enough to give us a ride to Shore Road which was still flooded when we got there. After being dropped off, we headed back up the hill to try and get around the flooded sections of Shore Road.


More flooding. This was close to high tide one day before a new moon. At this point the tide had begun to recede, so we knew the worst was over.


That must be Geraldo Rivera ignoring the officer ordering him over his loud speaker to "get out of the water". What would we do without brave men willing to step in the water, against all odds, to show viewers it's wet? 

As we made our way to the boat, there was very little wind, and on and off very light sprinkles.


This is a view of our boat (just to the left of the middle of the picture) when we left her, hoping it wasn't for the last time. You can see that the poles on our side are longer than the ones on the other side and in the rest of the marina.


This is a shot on our way back--the moment we knew for sure that she was OK. 

Our number one concern had been that the water wouldn't rise above the poles on our dock causing the floating piers to float away with boats attached. Our number 2 concern was that the piers on the other side of us would not float over their pilings, then bash into our dock and break it up. At this point, the water had already dropped a couple of feet. So, the poles on our side had a few feet to spare even at peak tide/surge, but some of the ones on the other side were within 10" from the top. The worst part of the storm hit within an hour of high tide. With the new moon a day away the tidal range was close to 10 feet, plus the 5 foot surge.