The fog of war is a term used to describe the uncertainty in situation awareness experienced by participants in military operations. – source Wikipedia.
We’ve just had a collective fog of war experience. We’ve just been through a strong tropical storm or weak hurricane.
As it came through people were already complaining about the hype. They believed their eyes. They didn’t realize how much was hidden by the fog of war!
When the fog lifted things looked pretty awful.
There are trees down everywhere. There is power out everywhere. Tonight over half the state is without electricity.
There will be no train service into the city Monday. It’s probable some tracks were damaged and might have to be relaid.
We showed some scary and sad flooding video on-the-air. Houses and cars were underwater. In Bristol two guys put a canoe in a flood swollen river then hopped in! One is dead.
Helaine and I spent last night in Hartford. Tonight we drove home. We suspected there was power at our house based on a neighbor’s report.
I turned off Route 10. The road darkened. On this moonless night the electricity was off.
We made a right and noticed we wouldn’t have been able to go straight. Wooden sawhorses were blocking the road. A very large tree in a horizontal position was not far behind.
There was wooden shrapnel everywhere!
We were very lucky. We have power. We lost a tree or very large limb, but it fell harmlessly across the driveway. It missed our connection to the local transformer by around ten feet. A peach tree I’d planted unsuccessfully 20 years ago was felled as well. There is a carpet of leaves and branches in our yard and driveway.
I went down to the basement. Dry.
I still know the family of the man who dug my foundation. Thank you John. It’s the best basement ever.
I am glad to be done with Irene whom I first met as Invest 97 over a week ago. It has been like watching a car accident in slow motion.
The weather forecast in the week leading up to the storm was pretty good. Exactly right? Of course not. It never is. The forecast was actionable and in that regard had great utility. You listened. You prepared. That saved lives.
Saturday at 9:30 pm on my blog and on the air at 10:00 pm I lowered my forecast for Irene’s specifics. What I changed came true, but by that time the die was cast. It didn’t make much difference from a practical standpoint. In Connecticut you prepare for a little hurricane like you prepare for a big one! We really have no choice.
Right now I’m in the family room typing this. The crickets are loud. The night air is cool and dry. We move on.