Flashback Friday

First posted on this site on 8-8-2012. As Irmageddon approaches I found this old post on the Tropical Storm Debby. This was my first and only real interaction with a major storm down here. The blog is breaking with usual linear format to bring you the big blow down here this week. Everything has been pushed back to accommodate this special event.

Manning the camera to catch the sights of the storm.

Found this small gulf front park area with the sea battering the cement barrier.

Debby didn't seem to be obeying the speed limit.

Gulfport is a artsy-fartsy community nestled right next to where Shawshank is. It's a nice place with lots to do, and this is the flooded downtown area.

Flooded Main street.

The heavy surf at the Gulfport beach area.

That is a flooded restaurant on the corner of Main street.

These guys were attempting to drive on the road but took a watery spill. They are trying to get the bike up here and assessing the damage.

After a few minutes they pushed the machine on down the road to dry safety.

The palm fronds give you a good idea of the wind.

They warn people not to walk in this water because of all the hidden and exotic stuff that may be in it, like fecal matter, hidden manhole openings, chemical run-off and snakes. Didn't stop me, though.

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