I live directly in the center of the hurricane's projected path Friday morning. I had evacuted my wife and children to our second home the day before (Thursday) and intended to ride it out. Well, my mother (who lives in a mobile home) came to my house looking for a place to stay during the storm. At that point I wasn't just looking out for myself, I had my mother to worry about. So I told my mom to get in the car because we are getting out of here. So I grab some stuff thats important to me (guns, clothers & my gear) and head out. Fortunately for us the storm turned and my home was left untouched. This morning, Saturday, I leave our second home on the east coast of Florida and drive back accross the state. My path took me directly through the areas that were hardest hit. I can not explain to you how much damage was done. There were roofs from houses in the middle of the street. There were dead animals in the trees. Cars turned over. Almost every power pole had snapped in half like a toothpick. Every sign was destroyed. People were wondering around with blank looks on their face. There are mobile home parks with dead people stacked up, 10 in one park. I felt like I was driving through ground zero of a nuclear strike. Everyone was so dazed, including the police, that I had no fear pulling off the road and asking two state troopers for directions even though I had a bunch of gear in the car with me at the time. The cops had more important things to do. As long as I live I will never forget what I have seen today.
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