6 days ago
at the preserve
The first trip to the Preserve was filled with deep doubt and concern. Joan Kelly from Heart to Heart came with me. and it’s part of the effect of the whole experience that I cannot remember who else walked down the blocked Preserve road, who helped carry 50 lbs of dog food or who saw the beautiful sight of four happy dogs and one cat.
Tears flowed as we were greeted by Steady, Brutus, Nova and Louie and KatLean. Imagine further joy when two weeks later Kali reappeared. The crew was ok. With an amazing set of coincidences information flew around the net and Facebook and I learned about Big Dog Ranch Rescue. Jessica Roberts, Chris Webb, Juli Siegrist, Chamara Parotti, Andrea Albury, Daniel Braithwaite and others had hands in the circle that, several weeks later, saw two cats and four dogs safely airlifted to Big Fog Ranch Rescue. Louie succumbed later to severe arthritis and an immune system failure. But he was with his pack and surrounded by loving people.
I took me some time to let go but good sense finally prevailed. With lead in my stomach I’ve allowed all 5 of my friends be put up for adoption, Kali and CatLean stay together. I miss them every day, but as they all approach old age the battered preserve is no longer a safe home and the deteriorating road means regular visits are not assured.
Kali and KatLean are like Xena the Warrior Queen and her sidekick Gabriella. Steady needs room for his boundless energy and guard dog voice. Brutus needs all the love and understanding he can get. Nova needs a place to lay his head, preferably a lap. They have all been rescued from bad places, had long and comfortable lives before their forever home was torn apart. With the horror past they are once again safe, surrounded by love.
We had nearly completed stringing new fence . Now most of the new line lies under fallen trees. The future of our two stalwart workmen remains unclear as the Haitian communities remain under threat of deportation by the Central Government. If we could have them working again we could very likely save most of the rope and have a functioning preserve again. But we need thousands of dollars to pay a National Insurance Board debt.
It takes about 40 years for a regenerating forest to approach the beginningof maturity. It will be interesting to see how many adult trees still are alive.There is a big threat from fire as we enter the dry season. The whole of Abaco from Marsh Harbour north is a tinder box loaded with drying debris that once ignited could wipe out whatever is left of the forests.
The Containers, with water tank, still there
Our containers were badly deteriorated before the storm, yet they stood. Each one was cabled to rebar and concrete ‘deadmen’ at each corner and each corner was on a small concrete slab. Only one had moved very slightly on its slabs. With some well engineered ventilation and functioning original doors I believe there would have been minimal damage and while the noise and shaking would have been terrifying they were good shelters. Strict maintenance would be the key to prevent rust and any rot in floors.
The Tractor Messy Ferguson
We’ve not gone past the Preserve and have no idea if messy got through. If she did I bet her engine would start.
Nunki’s living cells remain in Texas ready to be turned into two living Abaco Island Horses. The horses’ forest can live again, good shelter can be made. Who will remember the legacy and the potential? ... See MoreSee Less
For many days after I was invited to stay with Heart to Heart and was enveloped in the much needed warmth and security of strong walls, caring people and an assured bed at night I still had trouble sitting outside or being near the water. I never did go out to the beach. The sky, the water, the very air seemed alien and malign. The wind kept blowing for days. I felt as though I’d been transported to an alien planet, or perhaps a parallel universe. The light was all wrong. These forces had killed my boat and had tried kill me and Beau. It did not matter in the least that this was not really true, or that it was all in my imagination. My body took over and refused to allow me to get past the visceral knots that wouldn’t let me be on the porch. Fortunately this has begun to fade. ... See MoreSee Less
The Treasure Cay hotel rooms, originally intended to be condos, were badly damaged. When i get back to TC next week I’ll see what is happening with them. The pics that follow show that the room I stayed in had all its windows blown out but still has its roof while the one next to me had its whole roof torn off, as were many others.. ... See MoreSee Less
Scenes around the clinic, the center of Treasure Cay activities during and now after the storm. See individual photos for captions. ... See MoreSee Less
Photo courtesy of Team Rubicon UK.
In Marsh Harbour the commercial fishing boat LEOPARD is across Lou Schneider's slip. Just to the north are the remains of the Conch Inn, Mango's, Snappa's, etc. All gone ... See MoreSee Less
As one looks out from the shore side of the remains of the Tipsy Seagull the totality of the damage from Dorian is obvious. In the third photo the front of the Cafe La Florence is visible between the two brown trees in the middle distance and between the two black trees at Golden Harvest in the background. ... See MoreSee Less
Our well loved and sorely missed Golden Harvest grocery store took a heavy hit, along with all the other shops in TC. All of the shop roofs are gone or badly damaged in both shopping areas. ... See MoreSee Less
The original plan was to park the truck between the storage units near the TC resort. I was told to park near the clinic. That was good advice because all the vehicles parked near the storage units were damaged, some severely. Roofs blew off the garages, doors were blasted away. Flying debris crushed fenders and bodies.
Near the clinic, the truck was damaged but survived. The windshield is shattered, duct tape is holding it together. The passenger side window is gone. The capper is gone, found it over and past the dump trucks hundreds of feet away. But NOTHING that was under the capper was touched! Bits of string, cloth, the lightest things and the heaviest things remained perfectly in place.
The truck started and ran immediately. I covered the passenger window with pieces of a paraglider wing someone had left at the dinghy dock weeks before. A few days later I refined the patch with plastic that could be rolled up.
Beauregard was glad to have his trans back and a good place for a nap.
I slashed the left rear tire coming back from the preserve and had to remove the spare tire lock before the spare could be reached. The one can of Fix a Flat that I’d been able to find at the clinic left the tire 10 lbs short of full, but it held. A few days later an angel named Mark Baker showed up with a brand new tire and got it on the old rim in record time.
In the last photo the Red Ranger rolls again with a carefully covered Portland Pudgy dinghy on top. More on that laster. ... See MoreSee Less
Initially it seemed impossible to get to the marina waterfront. after about an hour of walking carefully down dead ends, I was able to go around to condos on the far side of the marina. Not enough that Alnilam was thrown on pilings that drove half way through her, a neighboring boat was thrown on the finger pier and parr way across Alnilam. As noted, her lines were snapped. She didn’t have a chance. ... See MoreSee Less
As the eye gave some small respite, the shelter filled, 250 people the first night. Sleeping upright in chairs, on the floor, in corners. we huddled as the building shook in unimaginable wind that blasted rain sideways. An attempt by several men tried to bring in some fresh air but the doors had to have furniture stacked against them so the men could keep them from blowing in. The slightest opening was a potential disaster so the doors were bullied shut again after a brief, frightening try.
Somehow the next morning while wind and rain continued, Avis Miller and some friends as if by magic (and a lot of hard heavy work) produced a hot breakfast.
And so it went. We entered the aftermath, filled with shock, grief, wounds, and disbelief.When you drive in to Treasure Cay from the highway and get to the circle, and see one building standing, one, how do you fit that into your head? And a little way past, the clinic is the only other building undamaged. Almost everything else is shattered, twisted, if not outright rubble.
The relief teams find their way around better than I do, all the landmarks are distorted or simply gone.
With guts and determination a growing group of stalwarts. held things together at the clinic. And the list of people grew each day. organized the growing flood of donations.. And then the big help arrived, list. The photos show it. Personally, though i am in the middle of it, it just doesn’t seem real. I’m in someone else’s sci fi novel and there is little control over the plot. And this is nearly two months after.
After six weeks the devastated Royal Poincianas are showing new leaves peeping out of the tips of ravaged branches. That’s so good, but this rebirth is going to take years. I hope to continue them here among strong determined people who will not quit.
Following will be collections of photos taken around Treasure Cay. ... See MoreSee Less
Keeping Beau’s lead taut we set out to across the usually narrow and unremarkable path in front of the condos. In that formerly narrow dry walkway knee deep water was running hard, Beau had to swim. Fortunately we crossed quickly and didn’t step on or trip over any thrashing debris. Following others as they fled the rooms we headed for shelter. ... See MoreSee Less
The bed on the third floor loft with overs blown off, furniture on second floor turned over and blown out on to the terrace. While wondering what on earth to do the eye brought some relief and we were urged to go to the clinic a few hundred yards away. The computer gear went into the fridge, I took the food bag and some clothes, Beau’s water bowl, put everything else in the main floor bathroom. ... See MoreSee Less
Rain was driving under second floor door shortly before everything blew open. Then water was pouring down the stairs which had looked so safe moments before. ... See MoreSee Less
Having ridden out two hurricanes in Treasure Cay resort rooms (built originally as small condos) it seemed quite natural to do that again. Former storm roommates had moved on so this time I would be alone with Beau.
I had back packs of things from Alnilam, computer gear, shopping bags with some clothes, some food, food for Beau. I noted potential safe places. There was an upper floor/loft, the second (main) floor and an internal staircase leading down to the ground floor. As the storm winds and rain increased rapidly the safe spots flooded or blew away.
Gear was placed near potential safe spots, which quickly disappeared when the windows blew in ... See MoreSee Less