Mas Fina, our lawn care service, arrived before 8:00 the day after Helene passed through. We lost power the night before around 9:00 p.m.
While Mas Fina picked up storm debris and mowed the grass, John and I went in search of coffee.
We came back to a yard that was all cleaned up.
We are so grateful to them.
They stacked a mound of debris just out of sight of this shot.
We found free coffee at Whole Foods. And it was delicious.
We walked to Bayshore/Causeway Boulevard. Knot on Main got flooded. The vendors were hauling away their stuff.
A jet ski punctured this fence. The water was 4 feet high here at Bayshore. We could see the water line. This house is 5 blocks from the water.
Our mayoral candidate lost one of her large signs. Our neighbor was rounding them up for her. We sent him the location for this one.
Only one panel of the driving range netting got torn. The water crossed Bayshore and flooded the range.
Later, Friday, we rode our bikes out to the causeway. It had been completely covered with water. Several of the benches had been displaced, even though they were bolted to the cement.
This bench blew across the road.
The worst damage was in the neighborhoods west of Alt. 19. Every single house that was not elevated was flooded. It looked like a war zone. All the furniture piled on the street. I didn't have the heart to take any more pictures. People were working so hard to take up carpet, flooring, furniture, bedding, etc. that I could not photograph them and their misery. It was very depressing.
This boat washed up on the causeway trail.
As the sun set on Friday, the skies were beautiful.
We had a candlelight dinner. We managed to avoid opening the fridge until 3:30 to keep the cool inside. We ate as much as we could. Cold broccoli and rice casserole, yogurt, cooked sweet potato. I kept telling myself the casserole was just like slaw.
We ate again about 7:00, thinking we'd probably have to toss everything on Saturday. We kept the freezer shut.
We went to sleep Friday night without power, but at 3:41 Saturday morning, the power came on. We hopped up and closed all the windows, and moved all the freezer contents to the fridge. We still had ice in the freezer, but the berries had begun to thaw. And we didn't want to refreeze chicken. We reset all the clocks and plugged in our devices and went back to sleep. Toby must think this is all crazy. No floor, all cramped up in one bedroom, no A/C, howling winds and driving rain, generators whirring, people walking around with flashlights outside, waking up at 3 in morning. He came in to watch, dangling a bone for comfort. We were without power for about 30 hours.
Saturday morning , John jogged while I rode alongside on the trike. Then I rode my regular bike down Victoria to the marina, before I went to the outdoor gym to exercise. The dock above is a floating dock. It is resting on the top of the pylon, about 8 feet off the water.
The gangplank got mangled.
Dock destruction at the marina. A boat on top of the bulkhead across the way.
Misplaced docks
The marina dock is ruined.
The dock at Weaver Park is missing its floating dock at the end.
Weaver Park got flooded all the way to the Pinellas Trail and beyond to the Coca Cola plant.
A pretty flower survived all the chaos.
I circled the neighborhoods that flooded in red. The blue dot is us at the top right. We were surprised that the flood waters came up Palm Boulevard to the third street. We talked to one couple we've met walking our dogs. They live on the first street. They had a foot of water in their house. Ruined furniture, wood flooring, beds, etc. She said it was sudden. The water crossed Bayshore and sped by their house up Palm within minutes. They didn't have time to do anything but watch. John's friend who lives in an elevated house on the water was also flooded. Their first floor had 8 inches of water. Their garage and two cars were ruined. The pool on the water is filled with seawater and sand.
Bottom line: it was a flooding event, not a wind event, at least for Dunedin. I can't describe what it was like riding down street after street seeing piles of furniture on the curb, some in front of multi-million dollar houses and some outside of small bungalows. I saw very few trees down and just a little bit of siding missing. We were glad to be high and dry. It saved us, at least in this type of storm, off shore and just passing by, not a direct hit.




















































