I will do a longer blog about the MH event, but it’s late and I’m exhausted from driving Oklahoma City to New Orleans today.
But before we left Oklahoma, we took some time to drive through Moore, OK. All I can say, is that I’m speechless. Cait and I drove around for maybe 15-20 minutes and the only thing we kept saying was “holy fuck” over and over again, because really…. what else can you say? There is zero way to comprehend how massive this thing was until you are driving down a street where people are standing in front of what was their house, wondering where to begin.
And then, just around a corner will be a house missing a few shingles, maybe a broken window and a neat pile of branches in their yard to be picked up.
I mean, we’re still… unsure of how to explain our own situation when, in retrospect, was nothing near this level of scary.
But I tell you what, the warnings that hurricane season has officially begun, was not what we wanted to see as we drove toward the gulf coast.