I spent the day before the storm like all my other Sundays: two-hour yoga class, brunch, long shower, and errands. Except there was this evil electricity in the air; a panic, like a bad smell, that had attached itself to everyone’s clothing. Everything in the grocery store was slightly askew. It took me over five minutes to select which gallon of water I should buy should I be trapped in my house for the next two days. And in a moment of blissful nonchalance, I decided the best food to have in a potential hurricane disaster situation was an upscale savory cheese plate. (To go with that bottle of red a friend had given me, naturally.)
I stopped by the beach on the way home and snapped the above photo, the wind already picking up and tossing the grasses around.
My boyfriend and I went out for our “last supper” at Offshore that night. I got the mussels, he got the special. I drank an East Chop Lighthouse to calm my nerves. We watched the news obsessively.
I woke to a blustery view the next morning. Not as bad as I had imagined, though, I decided I wanted to see Sandy up close. So we went out in the storm. Ocean Park was the greenest I’ve ever seen it, juxtaposed by the grey skies.
We weren’t the only silly fools who went out.
The waves were crashing through the Oak Bluffs ferry terminal dock. It looked like they had busted up some of the boards, but I couldn’t be sure.
Over the course of the day this entire road had been flooded.
I know everyone always uses the word “surreal” when witnessing any sort of damage to their homes, but it really is. Being a life-long fan of post-apocalyptic books and movies, I also found it fascinating.
By this time the winds were really kicking, and we were pretty soaked, so we headed home where it was safe.
I had planned on getting all this reading done and watching a few movies, but we were both too occupied by the weather reports (and red wine) to get anything remotely productive done. After a few hours I couldn’t take it anymore so we went back out. Edgartown this time.
…which wasn’t doing very well. I came down here last year during Irene, and the water was pretty high, but nothing like this.
These guys were just hanging out on the corner.
There’s no way anyone was boarding the Chappy Ferry!
We drove around the shore and there was water everywhere.
I actually stepped in quicksand here! It’s a terrifying feeling but at least now I know what’s like.
Then we went over to South Beach to see the waves!
I guess a five foot long leatherback turtle washed up on shore not too far from here.
It was exciting to be out in the storm, but only because I didn’t feel threatened. I’m glad no one I know got hurt. There is some real damage to the South side of the Island, though, which is sad.
I will leave you my Hurricane Cheese Plate: