When Erik got his mission call to Florida, he told me that all he wanted was to experience a hurricane (because missionary sleepovers and lots of service). Last Wednesday I got "wind" that a hurricane was brewing in the Atlantic. The projected path at that time was that it was going to slam into Central Florida as a cat 3 hurricane . . . Exactly where Elder Leary was camping out in Rockledge, a mere 25 minutes from the coast.
But as you know, these things have an unpredictable mind of their own. For the next two days Erik helped people get ready and board up their homes. And on Saturday he was evacuated to St. Cloud, a town more inland to hang with a couple of other missionaries.
And they sat.
And waited.
And anticipated.
And waited even more as Hurricane Dorian stalled out over the Bahamas as a Cat 5 storm and then gradually inched it's way north and west.
They played games.
Ate a lot of food.
And even got permission to watch some movies that they deemed appropriate.
In the meantime, our mountain was burning down at home. While Erik was in isolation and bunkering down, I was racing home to see what was going on behind my house.
Our mountain was on fire and has been for two days now.
Tyler's birthday seems to always bring out the worst in Mother Nature,
the worst being a micro wind that took down a tree and fencing at our Stansbury home.
Hurricane Dorian decided to play nice and remained off the coast of Florida which also meant no big service opportunities for Erik. He called us on Ty's birthday to let us know he was back "home" in Rockledge.
Tyler celebrated his birthday with dinner downtown. We almost decided to be spontaneous and get last hour tickets to the Elton John concert happening right across the street from where we were . . . and then we didn't and went to the DI instead.
Like Erik said in his last email, this week has been quite an adventure as we've witnessed Mother Nature try to take over the world.
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