Baymule
Herd Master
Hurricane Rita struck the Texas/Louisiana coast in September 2005. It triggered a mass evacuation in Houston, some 2 million people hit the roads. This was 3 weeks after Katrina hit New Orleans and the panic was on. From Houston to Livingston, normally a 2 hour drive, max, took 24 to 28 hours. People ran out of gas. People died in their cars from the heat. Cars broke down and were left on the side of the road. This was played out on every single road out of Houston, every small town was over run with scared desperate people. I was a Red Cross volunteer and spent nights in the elementary school near our home, and at church. We sheltered friends that lived in mobile homes in our brick home. I'd come home, grab a few hours of sleep and do it all over again. The school bus evacuations brought up this memory. The superintendent of High Island ISD came in the elementary school, out of gas, exhausted and no where to go. He was the last to leave his town, having used every school bus to get other people to safety. His own family were gone and safe. He was, to me, a hero. Now he was stranded. We had no facilities for this, evacuation was supposed to go past our town. He gratefully fell asleep on the gym floor. A Deputy came by to tell us a tanker of gasoline was going to be at a local station at 6 AM. I sent my daughter home to get the lawn mower gas can. At 4, I woke up the superintendent and took him outside. We put the 2 gallons of gas in his car and sent him to get in line at the gas station.
That evacuation was the first of its kind, it was studied to make future evacuations go smoother. It also made me decide to move out of the way of mass pandemonium and never be in the path of anything like that again. 10 years later we retired and moved to Lindale.
We were without power for 3 weeks, right in the middle of town. Outlying areas took longer. We had food and water, but got in the FEMA lines and took water and MRE's to friends that hadn't prepared. When the grocery stores close, there is nothing. When they reopen, there is still nothing. Everything in the cold cases has to be cleaned out, shelves are stripped bare. I can tell you, the atmosphere in a grocery store after it reopens is like being in church. Quiet, grateful, reverent, and respectful, concerned for others, asking how they made out after the storm. It is eerie.
Am I a prepper? Not in an end of the world scenario, but in a disaster way, yes. Know what is coming for you and be ready for it. If you never need it, you are blessed. If you do need it, you will be a lot better off.
That evacuation was the first of its kind, it was studied to make future evacuations go smoother. It also made me decide to move out of the way of mass pandemonium and never be in the path of anything like that again. 10 years later we retired and moved to Lindale.
We were without power for 3 weeks, right in the middle of town. Outlying areas took longer. We had food and water, but got in the FEMA lines and took water and MRE's to friends that hadn't prepared. When the grocery stores close, there is nothing. When they reopen, there is still nothing. Everything in the cold cases has to be cleaned out, shelves are stripped bare. I can tell you, the atmosphere in a grocery store after it reopens is like being in church. Quiet, grateful, reverent, and respectful, concerned for others, asking how they made out after the storm. It is eerie.
Am I a prepper? Not in an end of the world scenario, but in a disaster way, yes. Know what is coming for you and be ready for it. If you never need it, you are blessed. If you do need it, you will be a lot better off.