Historical article: 2 newspaper reporters in Gilbert's path

[Jorah of Indian Land]

http://www2.sptimes.com/weather/HG.5.html

The heavy wooden door to our room is shaking so badly I have the uncanny sensation that Gilbert himself is trying to get in.

An unbelievably strong gust rocks the entire hotel and Ric leaps from bed, shouting something in Spanish. Incredibly, our window has held, but we are not taking any chances. We shove the mattress of my bed onto the floor and prop the box springs against Ric's bed, to protect us from flying glass should the window go. There's a whoosh from above and the water pipe suddenly stops rattling.

"There goes the tank," Ric says. We have no more running water.

Ric reaches for the radio but cannot pick up a single station. We are cut off from the world.