Not exactly.
We got freezing rain after being dumped on by 13 inches of snow. So, between night and day everything we got froze. Everything.
The power went out at 7:30 a.m.
I woke up around 9 a.m. to things cracking, snapping, bending and falling. It was gut wrenching. You had no idea where, when or what it was going to fall on. The trees, bushes and brush were now heavier and were starting to give way. Every two minutes you would hear sounds that made your heart stop or hold your breath. Once you knew it didn't hit the house, the cars or the animal pens you relaxed a bit until the next time.
Turning the TV on helped with the noise, for a while. We had to turn the generator off for a while to conserve gas. Then the noises started again. It got worse as the day went on.
I went outside to take some pictures to document this disaster. I saw the tree bending towards the house by the garage. That one worried us the most. We knew at some point it would break and fall, but when. The anticipation was killing us. I called a few people on the land line since that was the only one working. I did get texts throughout the day, when service was available at times. I was talking to Derek at the time and I heard a loud crack and the sound of something big hitting the side of the house. I yell, "the tree just hit the house!" I told Derek to hold on a sec while we went and looked at the damage. Thank god, no damage was done. It just ruined the gutter, which was already falling down from the other branches and trees. There were tons of branches in the chicken pen and lots behind the duck pen. If any of the pens would have been anywhere else we probably would have had dead animals.
Dad's Road Runner and Tornado were hit by a tree but did not do that much damage. There were tons of downed trees on the hill beside our house and a few did in the drive way, dad cut them with the chain saw. Our driveway was covered in branches. We went out and helped clear them. It started warming up and more and more stuff fell from the trees.
That evening it got warmer and another storm came in off the coast. While watching the news they told us it was the third punch to the gut. Great, just what we need, wind. That meant more trees and branches and a prolonged power outage. I agreed to stay up with the fire in the "Christmas" room and put wood on it every couple hours. Around 2:30 that morning I woke up to the sound of awful coming through the trees. It was hard to go back to sleep that night because of the sound, and I was exhausted. I tried to say to myself, nothing is going to fall on you, your house, your animals or cars. Then I heard a huge burst of wind howl through the trees, a crack and a fall. Where did that fall? I eventually went back to sleep and didn't wake up until mom and dad started making noise in the kitchen.
We went outside and did more clearing of the tree limbs from the chicken pen and the driveway. I went into town with Derek so I could get away from the house and take a much needed shower. He didn't have to do that but he did to be nice. Dad left the yard and went into town for a few things at the store. We stopped by Grammie and Grandpa's house and their yard was pretty bad too. They had power lines in their driveway. The wreckage from Rainier to Lacey was pretty bad. Rainier Road was bad. No wonder it was closed on Thursday and Friday.
I came home about 9 that evening and on the way, Derek mentioned something about how the power will come back on when he's about to leave my house. Sure enough, he was almost out the door and the power came back on around 10 p.m. Weird.
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