It was quite an experience to see the lake house in Eufaula after the storms came through that area a few months back. Our house was the only building on the street that didn’t suffer major structural damages. Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt or killed as a result, but it did change lives. The family two houses down was in the house when the storms hit. They said they remember a deafening roar, and the sound of pine trees being ripped out of the ground snapped in half. They jumped in the bathtub for protection and watched sections of their roof start to rip away. Then, it was just raining and thundering again.
Walking down the street yesterday evening, I saw a site completely alien to me. Clothes, food items, decorations, and a toilet were sitting in the woods amongst fallen trees and overgrown brush. It looked like people had been evicted from their homes. I didn’t even realize that we were at our property when we came up on it. All of the landmarks that I used to identify from the street were completely missing. It looked like someone had lifted the house and placed it on a new lot.
We made the trip down to help my cousins build back sections of our property, starting with the deck on the back of the house. I snapped the evening picture after the first day of work. The best picture positionally I have to compare it to is one from a trip we took in April. I wish I had gotten a daytime image so the differences can be better seen. It was exhausting but satisfying work. Now that I am tired beyond belief, I will get some sleep and go to work Monday and try to keep my eyes open.