Adam and I decided to take a stab at the whole evacuation thing this weekend. We’d never been refugees before and like to try just about everything at least once. Actually, the kicker was that our house really just wasn’t prepared and stocked to get us through very much. We like food (a whole lot) and also tend to occasionally drink water, so it was just better for us to get the hell out of Dodge/the Heights.
Our conclusion: we are lucky bastards.
We spent a little over 5 hours getting to Adam’s mom’s house and it took me upwards of 2 hours to get to my parents’ house on the lake. Compare this to the 2+ days some people spent on the road going nowhere and running out of gas, food and water.
So many, many families were camped out on the side of the road as we crept along our way. As great as it is not to have to worry about terrible and devastating weather, it is a shame that so many people had to so painfully re-locate (and in some instances, even freaking die) for the storm.
Rita had remarkably bad timing, as far as we were concerned, as this was to be our blowout Austin weekend. But the thought of such a long, long drive to get there really didn’t make much sense. Plus there are now an absurd number of people there and we’re not much for ginormous crowds like that. We’ll get there sometime very soon there – so all is well (call it a hurricane check).
I’ve been doing all of my hurricane posting/updates on the Houston Metblog, as it has all been relatively dull Houston and weather-related stuff. A place for everything and everything in its place.
Our electricity has been going in and out and in and out. The goal is for us to head back home today, as the weather will really only be thunderstorm-like at worst (we think). It’s silly how homesick we get. Everything is better on the orange couch.