My wife and I spent the night on a mattress placed on the ground in the center of the house. Boards on the windows, food and water in the cooler and the local radar pulled up on the TV while we maintained power. It was our first real hurricane back in Florida, we fell asleep to Moana playing on her laptop; a happy, if superficial reminder of our time living in Hawaii.
We we woke up to minimal damage (a few downed fence panels and a salt burned mango tree) and no power, resorting to a propane grill for our morning coffee ritual. Driving south down A1A you could tell the neighborhoods that hadn't kept up on their tree trimming and many of the power lines crossing the beachfront highway were hanging too low to pass on the pavement, requiring us to pull as close to the poles as possible to pass.
Under an emergency declaration, no state officials were patrolling for parking at the state parks, so access to many stretches of beach became attainable without the usual long walks. These kind of swell events can be like a high school reunion of sorts at the right sand bar. Young and old, pro or am; everyone who stayed the night on the barrier island was showing up at their favorite sandbar to at least witness in nature's beauty. The waves resulting from hurricane Irma over the next few days was nothing less than epic.
These collection of photos were taken in the days waiting in anticipation for Irma’s arrival and over the next couple weeks as we had combo swells overlapping with hurricanes Jose and Maria.
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