I don’t think I’m particularly fond of Igor.
On Tuesday, September 21, Newfoundland got hit with one hell of a storm. I remember seeing a quick blip about the whole thing on the news the night before, and casually mentioned it to Joanne. Considering the SHEER PANIC AND MAYHEM that resulted from Hurricane Earl hitting Nova Scotia, I figured the lack of build-up meant nothing serious would arise.
(The last bit of this footage is siiick.)
Even in the early afternoon when I first started hearing about the shit going down, I didn’t take it seriously. Then my friend was evacuated from her home in Clarenville because her house was in a direct flood path, and roads started washing out all over the place and sweeping small buildings with them. Busy streets were turned into rushing rivers.
Then businesses started shutting down all over the place in St. John’s, trees falling, power outages. Several communities declared a state of emergency. Two days later, homes are still without electricity: this is a BIG deal, people. Newfoundland is built for extreme weather, we rarely lose power. Other places are running out of food and water. My cousin Nancy is held up in Glovertown and staying at Noah’s on the Point because the Trans Canada Highway is out. For reals.
(One of the busiest areas in St. John’s.)
Most people were content enough to sit at home drinking and playing card games; others had trees crashing onto their vehicles and their homes being destroyed by flood damage. My household apparently only lost a garbage can. A candlelit vigil will be held.
Alright, so it wasn’t a Category 4, and Newfoundland is usually pretty fortunate when it comes to this kinda thing, but damn it made me all kinds of sad to see my dear city being bruised and battered by Igor. And seriously menacing name for a hurricane, right? I can just picture that sassy, grey-eyed son of a bitch wielding a club and smashing my province. I’ve probably had too much to drink.
Anyway, it was strange seeing my island put into such a state of chaos. Colin Peddle was brave enough to face the weather to take some of the best shots I’ve seen around St. John’s, check them out if you like that sorta thing. The car driving through the river and the fallen trees around downtown are the craziest shots. Never mind the city still looks freaking gorgeous amidst all this destruction.
But I still refuse to believe summer has passed, nope.