My BFF and her husband and two cats upped sticks going on three years ago, and moved to a string of South Carolina that is a bridge or two out in the ocean. They simply were sick and tired of winter. And yes, they did do some research into hurricanes, and there hadn’t been a “big one” for a long time.
Laura and I visited Carol and Frank last summer. Lovely home, beautiful island. A crocodile sauntered along the footpath around the lake. It was a lovely day, and I sat on the deck and wrote a post.
We did all the touristy things; a carriage ride around Charleston, a visit to America’s only tea plantation, a stop to see the four hundred year old Angel Oak in South Carolina. An old Gullah woman was weaving sea grass baskets, and we have two of them to hold Laura’s burgeoning shell collection.
We all know The Storm of a Lifetime is bearing down on the Carolina's. I called Carol on Tuesday, because I worry like that. I asked where they were headed. This will be their third evacuation in two years, and the previous two were back to Ohio. I’m happy for an extra visit. She texted she would let me know. No time to talk.
Carol and Frank have retired to South Carolina, but they are travelling people. Friends and family to visit from coast to coast. They left a Michigan vacation early to get home in time to batten down and evacuate. Fortunately, their two cats vacation cheerfully in the back third of their Chrysler.
But, off the top of my head, they still had a freezer of food in their garage, plus another car, plus all that outdoor furniture and whatever else natives know to take care of ahead of a storm. And, they aren’t natives.
I cannot visualize Frank screwing sheets of plywood over doors and windows.
To all our friends on the east coast, stay safe.