MicroBurst

This week I'd planned to go to a store near the same area, so I hunted down n searched out the micro-burst zone which happened two days ago I'd seen on the news.


I saw one tree down near the main drag which leads to the beach across the bay from my village. Then I drove all the way down and back before finally seeing off to the side behind some homes some tall trees were broken off way overhead. The narrow zone was located before a fork on the main road, About 50 feet down two adjacent side roads. The news had reported that over 100 trees were down.

 Some had fallen in the roads and in yards. A clean-up crew with chain saws had finished before I arrived. Only one house was reported badly damaged and there were no injuries. I didn't get a pic of the blue tarp I saw. On the next street over, I parked Little Truck next to a large wooded section across from huge, cut-up tree sections everywhere beside some homes.

I spoke to a resident who was outside attending to some major yard work about what had happened there. A bucket truck was parked in her yard, as she spoke I saw behind her alot of bare tree trunks with ragged, broken ends reaching skyward. At least three had just missed her home. Behind her place was the damaged house. 

Right across from us where I'd parked I noticed alot of felled trees in the stand of mature, sixty-foot plus tall, white Pine trees.

It was an eerie sight, tree trunks broken off twenty feet high, half a forest area fallen, and the woman's 200 year old Oak tree chain-sawed into huge hunks after being removed from blocking her road. 

 While we were chatting, suddenly a loud crashing, wood splintering sound grabbed our attention. Twenty feet right behind where Little Truck was a large tree broke, crashing into another tree, shattering into pieces and falling on top of the recent wood pile! There was zero breeze...

I said "OMG, I better move my car, it isin't over!" The poor, stressed lady was scared. She ran inside to call someone I think. Such a freak, unpredictable thing happening- But I didn't panic. (I never do. Brave or foolhardy? No- it's PTSD- n a strong journalist streak). I stopped another minute n took a few more pics next to the  the still crumbling trees before driving around n out. I am so lucky!

Yep, a wake-up "Don't become complacent!" call... As I continue in search of strange phenomenon...

... I still love trees!