Hurricane Gustav came visit us just 6 days ago. It’s been a VERY long 6 days too. You guys saw me go to sleep after 1AM on Sunday, yet I was awake for 5AM. Other than last night, I’ve averaged between 1 and 2 hours of sleep per night since. Here’s Hurricane Gustav from my point of view.
Sunday - August 31, 2008
I’ve got all of my hurricane preparations done. After a tip from someone who was watching the static HurriCam, I moved it over to a live feed on ustream.tv and grabbed a beer. I went swing by Ron’s house to makeA sure he had everything he needed and we were telling Dan about HurriCam. Of course, he had to see it for himself, so we all went back by my house. We ended up trying to fly a kite, but the wind was too light, so we went back to my house. I got the chat room setup while the guys were by and started testing out the audio. After someone in the chat room saying that we should talk on the cam or something, I came up with the idea for 3 Drunk Guys and a Hurricane. We were all done with everything we had to do and were just waiting for the Hurricane, so it was something to do before Gustav showed up. I grabbed some chairs, set them up in the grass in front of my bedroom window where the camera was, and we started drinking. It was just another Hurricane party, only this one was broadcast to the world. I had set up the “caution stick” earlier in the day to work as a windsock and never thought it would get such a following! Beaver gave me a call and came by for a bit to drink all my scotch, and we had a complete blast. After over 8 hours of broadcasting and quite a few beers, I thought it was time to settle down for the night. I knew it would be the last bit of sleep I was going to get for a while. Beaver would end up waking me up less than 4 hours later, and after I got rid of him, Dan decided he wanted to be back on the camera, giving his number to CNN. Then he stood outside talking on the phone to everyone that could get through to him and kept me awake. This kinda pissed me off, so I ran him back to his house and settled down for about 2 more hours of very drugged sleep.
Monday - September 1, 2008
I woke up before the crack of dawn and did a little on-cam Q&A with over 800 people in the chat room. I was watching the weather channel and keeping track of Gustav when the power went out. The computer that HurriCam was on stayed up, but the router and modem went down. I would later figure out that I forgot the plug the batteries into the UPS, so I had no battery back-up on them! And to top it off, I lost Comcast internet service. HurriCam was down, and the hardest part of the storm was only a couple of hours away. The rain wasn’t coming down that hard, so I went over to Ron’s to check on him. Dan was still passed out and the guy that owns my apartment complex had called Ron to help him move a generator. We jumped in the truck, ran over to Damon’s house and moved the generator. There were already tree branches in the road but the water wasn’t rising, so we weren’t too afraid of what was coming. Gusts by this time were only up to around 60 MPH and a few of us were walking around checking on the neighbors. I go back to my apartment, turn on my little dynamo-powered radio, and lay back on the couch to watch the storm.
The wind really starting picking up around 9:30. I kept watching the “A” building’s roof (it was the only thing I could really see from the angle I was at) and watched as the shingles start flying off. I talked with Ron and he said his roof had blown off, and I had watched as part of the roof on the “B” building (the one that was in frame on HurriCam and right behind us) flew into the tennis court. Then “A” got a little more interesting as the roof flew off. I was laying on the couch when a 4′x8′ sheet of plywood came flying at my window. It hit the 4″x4″ that hold up the balcony above me and the 4×4 post cut into the plywood about 2 feet. If it hadn’t hit that post, it would have crashed through my window and landed in my lap. I probably wouldn’t be posting this had that happened. I watched as the corner wall on “A” failed and came crashing down on the walk-way in front of my car. About 30 minutes later, the wooden part of the building failed and crashed into the tennis court. Fiberglass insulation started flying around like pink snow. It was actually kinda cool. By about 11AM, the winds were sustained over 100 MPH with gusts up do 130-140. Projectile shingles were everywhere, as were the chairs that people didn’t bring in, pieces of roof, and all kinds of other garbage. I was patting myself on the back for picking up all the beer cans the night before, as they would have surely broken my windows when flying at 100+ MPH.
Things started to calm down around 5 that afternoon, and it continued to rain. I went over to Ron’s house where the generator was and we lit up the BBQ with some chicken. After dinner, Dan and I went to his house with the generator on and we sat in the living room playing guitar, drinking rum and beer, and trying to cool off with the “King of Fans”. After drinking a fifth of rum, I passed out on the floor in front of the fan around 3 AM.
Tuesday – September 2, 2008
Ron woke me up around 5 AM. Today was the day to really survey damage. The entire corner of the C building was missing, as were walls on A and G, but C was the worse of all. All the buildings on my side of Peaceful Ave had serious roof damage, but across the street faired a lot better than we did. There was most of Ron and Dan’s roof in the pool and some had gone through our friend Donavan’s windows into his kid’s room. I drove over to my mom’s house to check on tree branches and stuff and had serious trouble getting around town. Mom was fine, she had a couple of generators and my brother had brought over a window AC, so she was comfortable. I heard about a gas station that was open and had gas, but by the time I got there all the pumps were not working from people putting in credit cards that didn’t work.
I started feeling real bad today. My stomach was NOT feeling well and my knee started acting up. I was shunning beer and I had very little to eat. That night, Chris lit up the pit and we had pork chops, hot dogs, smoked sausage, and boudin. I ended up trying to sleep in the car due to the fact it had AC, but ended up going into my apartment instead. I went outside with a few bottles of water and took a little bath of sorts. I kicked back with the radio and listened to WWL all night long.
Wednesday – September 3, 2008
I was awake when Dan came by to check on me. He knew I wasn’t feeling well the night before and wanted to make sure that the cops didn’t arrest me for violating the curfew. Not much was going on though. Being bored as hell, I decided to start cleaning up in front of apartment. I moved all the shingles out of the grass and stacked them up, got that sheet of plywood that almost came through my window out of the way, and swept up all the trash in the walkways. I needed some semblance of normalcy. I was working with Jasmine throughout the day to get me the hell out of there. I needed medical attention, and with her being a doctor, I thought it be best I was with her. I went by my mom’s house a few times throughout the day so I wouldn’t have to sit around by myself and managed to find a place with some gas. I filled up the tank and went back to my house to get packed up and ready to leave. I went by TGMC to see if they were open so I could ask a doctor why I couldn’t hold any food down and why I was so dehydrated, but they were closed. Jasmine called me around 5PM to let me know that my ticket was ready and that I was leaving at 10:30 on Thursday morning. I figured I would just drive up to the airport and get some sleep in the AC there until my flight left.
When I arrived at the airport there was a St. Charles Parish deputy blocking the entrance. He told me I had to “come back tomorrow” and that the airport was closed. I decided to drive down the street and check on Mark’s apartment in River Ridge. I had a Guinness at the Shimmy Shack since it was open and charged my phone for a little bit. After a turkey sandwich and a few more Bud Lights, I looked for a place to settle down for the night. I ended up sleeping in the car while parked in the parking lot of my work building in Harahan.
Thursday – September 4, 2008
I got up and about around 5:30 and headed to the airport. After getting checked in for my flight, I found a nice comfortable place to sit back with the iTouch and start checking the internet. Once the battery ran out on it, it was time for my flight to Indy.
I’m telling you all now; Staying for Gustav was possibly one of the craziest things I’ve ever done. After witnessing all that wind blowing and thanking God that the water didn’t come in, I’m confident that I probably won’t stay for another storm of that strength again. Dealing with the reporters that kept setting up shop across the street from the badly damaged “C” building, having no power, no water, no sewerage, low supplies of food, and basically being imprisoned in your own home is no way to live. I’m glad I’m in Ohio now… I get to spend time with my wife, check out the area in which we’re going to live in, get a nice hot shower, and get some much needed sleep as well as some medical attention. Bellefontaine is a nice little town, but I’m not sure it’s for me. I need to be in the south, on the gulf coast, waiting for the next storm to come in. And Ike is on his way. I’m really not liking the path that Ike is taking, so when my flight is scheduled to leave on the 13th to go back to NOLA, I may not be able to make it all the way there. Ike may already be there, looking for the caution stick and HurriCam, and trying to finish what Gustav didn’t.
-Greg