In the days after a hurricane, we sometimes get the clearest most beautiful weather of the year. Today, the water is glistening in the clear sunshine, and there are big puffy clouds scattered across a vibrant blue sky.
We were spared this season in Woods Hole, and there is no lasting damage from Hurricane Sandy. Our power was restored within a few hours (thanks NSTAR!), the few trees downed have been cleared and the minimal flooding has receded.
Even the fall foliage is mostly intact, and looking gorgeous on this cooler fall day, which was not true last year after Hurricane Irene sprayed salt water over all the trees. I think since Sandy blew from the East here, we were in the lea and the salt spray did not roll in as it sometimes does, blanketing us in an early winter brown.
As I watch the TV news and see the devastation in New York and New Jersey, my heart goes out to those suffering and in need. At the Woods Hole Inn, we are donating to the Red Cross, visiting the blood bank and hoping that our friends and guests from these places are safe and sound.
Hurricane Sandy blew through Cape Cod yesterday, and we were so lucky that the center of the storm was 400+ miles to our south.
I took this photo of a pink climbing rose a few hours before the storm hit our area, on the assumption that at the end of the day, this delicate flower would look very different.
I was at the Inn first thing in the morning, answering emails and the phone as travelers plans changed, and newcomers sought refuge from the coming gale. We lost power about noon as the storm seemed to intensify, and by mid afternoon the ocean surge was threatening Waterfront Park. Thank goodness for our generator, which is very handy in storms, as we were able to proved food, hot showers and shelter to many who found themselves without a home in the storm.
I managed to sneak away and see the storm waves at Waterfront Park at about 3 pm, and it got worse later, wrecking the dock maintained by the MBL in this location. I headed back to the inn to be sure our customers were getting the attention they needed — cheese, crackers, a few bottles of red wine always helps the anxieties that come with the hum of a tropical storm.
Then I dug into the pantry and started cooking a Bolognese sauce for pasta, and chopping cucumbers for a bean salad, and washing lettuce for a nice green salad. I wanted to be sure that our guests felt well cared for. I mean there were no lights or TV or wifi at this point, so really, what more do you want in a storm than a nice glass of Cabernet and a warm bed?
As I prepared the meal, the fire department came down to check on the Landfall — the high tide was cresting into their restaurant. It receded shortly thereafter, and I am pretty sure the building escaped with little damage. You can see the Steamship Authority ferries, with brave men on board ready to move the boats off the piers if the storm turns, which thankfully in our location it did not.
I wish I had a photo of the meal we shared together, but really, it was too dark for photos. The candle light was a nice way for people to meet each other, and experience the camaraderie of the storm. We will be Hurricane Sandy friends forever.
Best of all, the rose in my driveway seems to have survived. Along with our rowboats, which also did not blow or float away.
We were spared, really, and as I watch the news of New Jersey and New York, my heart goes out to those who have lost so much. All of us who live so close to the sea take this chance every day, but you never think you will be the one. My thoughts and prayers to those in need on this dark night in Atlantic Coast history.