So for the second time this summer, we have had terrific winds that last less than two minutes, followed by incredible destruction. Last time we watched as the rain was blowing directly north (NOT down, sideways), ripping limbs off our supposedly healthy tree out front and throwing them in the neighbor's yard. (We later found out it was actually a funnel cloud that just never touched down.) THIS time, the wind was blowing south (again sideways) and guess who got the limbs from our "healthy" tree? And oh by the way, our supposedly unhealthy and dying tree remained virtually untouched during both encounters -- why couldn't the wind have at least pruned that dead limb?
A point of interest, this time we also missed being outside in the mess by about half a minute. We were all walking down the street with a very light drizzle and were just ordering at our local fast food place when we heard the wind. And then, of course, by the time it was time to go home, everything was calm again. Except that at home, we had a few surprises.
Luckily, it was only a small branch that hit our garage.
Those of you who know my handsome husband know that he would never pass up such an opportunity to use his Suburban he's been getting ready for Moab. Not just to rip that branch the rest of the way off the tree (and to the road), but just to see if he could drive all the way over it. Verdict? Not quite. Made it with the front tires and past the transfer case, but that silly drive line on such a large vehicle just hung down too low. Ahhh. =)