Still makes me shiver. That was, indeed, one long night. We weren't expecting (though still in the cone, of course, it was possible) the eyewall over us, but it was, and stayed for awhile. She wasn't a picnic at a Cat. 1, just the look of my complex the next morning was overwhelming. So many of us were wandering around in a daze, trying to figure it all out, looking at all the trees and debris on the ground, smashed on top of cars, crashed through the iron gate surrounding the complex, the sidewalk torn up in one place, some flooding. I am guilty of the phrase, "Just a Cat. 1." before her. Never again will I say that. I knew when she was done with us that wherever she was headed next was in for a hard ride.
