Monday, June 7, 2020

Last night was rough to put it lightly. The storms that came in, rolled in quickly. I do not know whether or not there was a tornado. Weather alerts are one of the luxuries of the world of yesterday that I can chalk up with the rest to missing, but I can see the results. As the winds picked up, we all ran for the root cellar, even our newest addition Brad. He could have escaped in the chaos, but really, that would have been suicidal after seeing the aftermath of last night's gale. I can never forget the sound of those winds and then the gun like cracks as trees snapped nearby. My two little ones, well my children, Danny is becoming man-sized after all, were huddled in the back in fear. Poor Nadley pushed her face down deep into the chest of her big brother. Danny in the meantime did his best not to cry as he bit his lip bloody.

From what we could tell after the storm passed, surveying with the use of some of the precious battery power from our flashlights. The camper was mostly demolished by an upended oak. I am not sure what will be able to be saved from the twisted metal and splintered wood. Hopefully, some of it will be salvageable, waste is not an option at this point. Some of the boxed food in there will be the last we see for a long time. The solar, electrical, batteries (if they survived) will need to be relocated to the cabin. The windows and wood need to be saved too, it is not like we can just waltz into the hardware store either. The canvas roof is missing, completely gone. Putting the permanent roof on the cabin just became the priority. And to add insult to injury, I have had to chase goats all day long with Brad. It seems since I vouched for him to be the extra help, I am now his guard while he is on his work duty. I have not ran so much in years. Perhaps they would do better in a stew than as weed eaters.