My family home on the Outer Banks is slightly north of the hardest ravaged Rodanthe and Hatteras area. An area, now cut off from the world when Highway 12 washed away. Not merely flooded, but literally obliterated. Our house stands at MP6, oceanside. We were lucky. Very lucky. Usually when storms hit, the surge pushes the Atlantic Ocean well beyond it's normal perimeters, flooding our road. Flooding our house. This time the storm hit harder on the sound side. We escaped with minor shingle loss and window breakage. At the risk of redundancy, I reiterate--we were lucky.
Headed to the beach, we saw areas on Highway 64, flattened by the tornadoes spawned in the wake of a the hurricane. Entire houses, gone. Their foundations the only remaining hints that they once inhabited the landscape. I would have loved to gotten pictures, but instead I respected the families, picking through the debris of what used to be and their right to grieve in private.
I was wary of what awaited on the island. Given the state of the tornado stricken areas, I was honestly scared. Once there, we rode around and got to see for ourselves what wasn't being broadcast to the world. Here are a few pictures I took.
|Hwy 12 to Hatteras. Closed at the Bonner Bridge.|
|Our usual kayaking point, closed off because the public pier is no longer there.|
|Debris fields lined the soundside roads.|
|This debris pile was over 8' tall.|
|They decorated the debris. Love that spirit!|
P.S. I couln't resist just one last pic to help me close this post with some levity.
|Yes, this person had bagged up all the marsh grass debris already. I'm sure he's also a morning person. And drinks decaf.|