...And yet, there's always someone who won't listen.
Pat and I will be clamming on the VA coast, in Chincoteague, when the storm hits.
Six or seven years ago, there was a small island off of Assateague point. Hurricane came: island left. Too bad. It was a great spot for clamming.
About four summers ago, we were on one edge of a cove in the bay, clamming. About 150 yards distant, on the other side, a huge water spout formed. We looked around: nothing but flat sand and grass as far as you could run. We just watched, as the only thing we could do was drop flat if it came our way. I did gather the presence of mind to hunt up the camera and take a shot. It's not as spectacular on film (it was dissipating by the time I located and unpacked the camera), but it did show up.
Our three concerns are flooding, lack of air conditioning, and some well-intentioned idiot closing the entrance to the wildlife refuge, sealing us off from the bay and its clams.
I feel very bad for the people whose homes are gone. It's a horrible thing to have happen. But I'm also angered that no building codes are enforced to allow for the fully expected periodic high winds and coastal flooding that we all pay for in our non-seashore home insurance bills, and in taxes that pay for disaster relief. They build, they blow down or are flooded out, they rebuild the same way.
Instead of the massive funds that are poured into disaster relief when the hurricanes hit, why don't we put out preventative funds to qualified people when they are rebuilding, that pay for hurricane-and-flood proofing in the new structures? People shouldn't lose their land to richer people who can afford to do it right, but they shouldn't be allowed to rebuild paper houses either.
Best wishes,