As of about an hour ago, we are safely back home. This is the scene from the front of the church as were leaving there to come here.
Our yard and street are a bit tattered but not bad.
The best news? We came home to find that we still had electricity! So many people in this area are without power and I am ever so grateful for an undamaged house and a working air conditioner. May I just say that this house never looked so good as we walked (actually blew) in the door tonight. I almost cried from relief and from joy.
However, there are other reasons than joy to cry tonight.
Wanchese, the little village on the south end of Roanoke Island, has five feet of standing water and the water has also invaded part of Manteo, which is on the northern end of the island. Police are blocking the roads at both ends of the town’s two entrances/exits because the roads are impassable.
Sarah’s friend, Taylor, and her family are returning from Virginia and just called to say that someone called them to tell them that their home is flooded; however, whether it was flooded or not flooded, I still doubt they will be able to get through the main street to even get to it.
A board member at our church has two feet of standing water in his flooring business and downtown Manteo (near the sound) is completely under water, some of it up to the waist. We drove over there tonight and just stopped at the very outskirts of the flooding for some pictures.
This is a bit blurry but there are actually people rowing boats down the street.
From what we’ve been told, the water level is only going to continue to rise overnight. It looks to me like our beloved Roanoke Island is going to be in for some tough times ahead.
For right now, I’m so very tired and am going gratefully to bed, thinking of so many people who are displaced tonight or, if they are at home, are without many basic necessities.
Gratitude and tears. That was my day.