#56 Postby Thierry_Gironde » Sun Mar 26, 2006 1:14 am
I've only got one category three (Opal) under my belt, but I did live in San Francisco when Loma Prieta struck in '89, and after moving to the Oakland Hills after the quake...panic attacked my way through the firestorm there in 1991.
Ok, so the last two aren't hurricanes, but after seeing some of your lists, I felt a bit inadequate. Ok, so Opal was pants-wetting scary, ruined a house and beach/area that meant (still means! i love you navarre...sigh) a lot to me, and introduced me to the world of panic attacks and ativan...but I can hardly imagine what an Andrew or Camille or Hugo et al. must've been like.
The earthquake in '89 wasn't so bad--I can hardly remember if I got dressed this morning, let alone almost 17 years ago. The fire though...ugh...afterwards, the remains of the houses--the chimneys--stuck out from the charred hills like tombstones and even with a major highway nearby, the only thing you could hear were the ashes that the wind picked up and carried into the haze. I suppose that's my Camille, really.
There is something so fascinating about the strength of these forces, something beautiful about their raw power. At the same time though, it is hard to reconcile that fascination and respect with the reality that something so ferociously powerful invariably carries with it the chance of devastation; but I think if anything, it is quite the human quality to give certain aesthetic qualities to processes/forces for which we are little more than fallen leaves.
Hm, ok. Insomnia plus storm-talk appears to equal, for me at least, wandering off topic into nonsense land...heh.
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