Tropical Storm Hanna did some awful things in Haiti, but I still couldn't quite understand why everyone here, in non-coastal Carolina, was freaking out.
On Thursday the pharmacist noticed that I had recently moved here from Kansas. She proceeded to give me a stern warning about driving on wet roads. I believe she actually said, in all earnesty, "When it rains here, the roads are so slick - like ice!" I haven't noticed anything different about the composition of North Carolina roads, which leaves me baffled as to why these roads are so frighteningly slick when those terrifying raindrops start coming.
But the fun really began on Friday. It was the day Hanna was coming. The sky was falling. Professors and students were wishing everyone a safe weekend, the meteorologists were wetting themselves with excitement, and various activities were cancelled. Signs were posted around our complex about what to do if the power goes out. It was time to be afraid.
It drizzled. It rained. The wind did gust... a little. Pine needles fell off the trees. A few branches even succumbed to the Tropical Storm. Somehow, we survived.
It reminded me that these signs are one of the first things I saw when we drove into North Carolina, and they're at almost every bridge you'll find here:
So if we need a reminder that bridges ice before roads (a perfectly understandable, dare I say common-sensical phenomenon) in the middle of Summer, I can't wait until Winter. Be afraid!
On Thursday the pharmacist noticed that I had recently moved here from Kansas. She proceeded to give me a stern warning about driving on wet roads. I believe she actually said, in all earnesty, "When it rains here, the roads are so slick - like ice!" I haven't noticed anything different about the composition of North Carolina roads, which leaves me baffled as to why these roads are so frighteningly slick when those terrifying raindrops start coming.
But the fun really began on Friday. It was the day Hanna was coming. The sky was falling. Professors and students were wishing everyone a safe weekend, the meteorologists were wetting themselves with excitement, and various activities were cancelled. Signs were posted around our complex about what to do if the power goes out. It was time to be afraid.
It drizzled. It rained. The wind did gust... a little. Pine needles fell off the trees. A few branches even succumbed to the Tropical Storm. Somehow, we survived.
It reminded me that these signs are one of the first things I saw when we drove into North Carolina, and they're at almost every bridge you'll find here:
So if we need a reminder that bridges ice before roads (a perfectly understandable, dare I say common-sensical phenomenon) in the middle of Summer, I can't wait until Winter. Be afraid!
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