We woke up early to a thunderstorm that was rolling through. The lightning was sharp and the thunder loud. Terry thought the electricity had gone off already at 3 AM, but I didn't wake up until 5 or so. The wind blew hard from the east and branches were littering the lawn. THEN the wind switched to the west with powerful gusts that brought some hail- some 1 inch in diameter, but most were smaller- and rain. (We got .65".) It was so dark, we used flashlights to get dressed for chores. By the time we got out there, the rain had mostly stopped, but now the wind was from the north and quite chilly.
Besides branches being down, we noticed the north door on the big shed was off its bottom track. Terry said the east wind must have bowed it out enough so that it popped over the track it sits on. Also, there's a large heavy lid over the bin in the old rusty shed. That lid lying on the ground. We think the east wind blew in so hard, the pressure pushed the lid up and off.
We wanted to leave by 7:30 to get to church in Brookings and then get Pam and Nevaeh to the airport. As we drove down the back road, we could see that East River's big power lines were leaning and some we couldn't see so we expected they were down.
When we reached home, the electricity was back on. This is what the power lines looked like:
Last Christmas, all these posts had broken off. 5 posts on the edge of our pasture snapped off.
We heard that the wind blew 85 miles/hour; at Christmas with the rain, the winds were about 70 mph.
One neighbor's irrigation system
got rolled over. Another lost a large bin. They were moving grain as fast as they could. Several buildings lost roofs in the neighborhood, and empty calf huts made their way to many places.
The bales in the field north of the house are a mess. They look like they exploded. I'm sure some just unwrapped, but around other piles of hay, a wide area is covered with alfalfa and grass. Some of the bales rolled through fences.
Some rolled up next to each other and one that was net-wrapped is on its end. One bale made it over the fence and the wires are not broken. One wire is off its clip, but that's all. The bale is in the neighbor's pasture. Other bales rolled east through our fence,
down the ditch onto the road, through the other ditch and way out in the neighbor's corn field. Four of them rolled about 1/4 mile.
The big old tree in Marlin's pasture came down. It made good silhouettes at sunset.
The owl on the stump never moved.
Psalm 46: 1-4 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help i trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
Click on the pictures to enlarge them. Goodnight. KT&D