Irene spared us.
The storm passed to our west, and we ended up getting less wind than had been predicted and no rain to speak of. Our property is littered with oak branches, pine cones, and various other arboreal debris, but no people, pets, livestock, vehicles, or outbuildings were damaged. I don’t count the small hole in the plastic cover of our hoophouse. A little duct tape, and it’ll be as good as new.
One very big oak tree did come down, splitting about fifteen feet up and sending its top crashing into the woods. We were outside, and saw it happen. It hit nothing, but it had me listening for the crack of large-diameter lumber breaking for the rest of the day.
The wind was out of the south, and there were rare, surfable waves on the north side of the Cape, in Cape Cod Bay. Kevin and Les wanted to give them a whirl, but the beaches were closed.
We haven’t been out to check our oysters, but Kevin went with Les to look at some of his, the ones that they can walk out to, and they were fine. We don’t anticipate any real damage.
We hadn’t done much in the way of preparation. We’ve got plenty of food for us and the animals, and we have an emergency water supply in the form of a lake, whose water we could boil and filter if it came to that. We did some stowing and securing, and made sure the truck had gas, but our stocking up was done primarily at Cotuit Liquor rather than Home Depot. You can’t weather a hurricane without wine.
We weathered the hurricane, and all is well. Our thoughts are with those for whom all is not.