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Surfing with the Sharks!

Once, my husband and I went to Vero Beach, FL for vacation. We did lots of swimming, biking, beach volleyball etc. So one day, he says, “Let’s go surfing today.” So I says, “Did you forget that time we went water skiing with Mike and Stanley? I tried for an hour to get up on those skis. I just don’t have a good sense of balance.” “No worries…I’ll help you.  It’ll be fine.” So we found a little shop on the beach that rented boards, got 2 and then headed out on the waves. In the surf shop, the guy mentioned that we should watch out for sharks. He said the shrimp were swarming right off the coast and that usually attracts sharks because they love shrimp. So we said, “Thanks!” and took off for the water’s edge. We laid down on the boards and paddled out past a few waves, just waiting for a big one to head in so we could hopefully catch it. As I was paddling around about 100 yards offshore, waiting for a wave, suddenly I was surrounded by thousands of shrimp. Many of th
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South Texas: Canoeing During a Flash Flood

Occasionally, our canoeing buddies would plan a big trip down some raging river and we’d gear up for that. Eventually, we bought our own canoe and stenciled a customized name on the side, “Crippled Eagle.” One trip down the Guadalupe stands out. It was during the springtime when there were lots of rain storms. They would come up out of nowhere and suddenly, a flash flood would take everything out on both sides of the river. It was dangerous, of course, but when you’re young, you don’t have enough sense to be afraid of things like that. There were about 6 canoe teams. We canoed all day till almost dusk before finding a camping spot and pulling the canoes up on the bank. We made a fire and roasted some hamburgers and hot dogs, then pitched our tents. Everyone was so exhausted. Around 9:00 p.m. it started raining. It rained hard for hours. No one was able to sleep. We were all very uneasy about the possibility of a flash flood. Me and Allen were huddled in our sleeping bags insid

Harvest of the Sugar Cane-Pahokee, Florida 2005 Hurricane Wilma

I always meant to write this story as soon as I got home from the 2005 disaster season. I had the whole thing in my head, but never found the time. It’s been 3 years since I got home from Hurricane Wilma where I spent a few months in a small town on Lake Okeechobee called Pahokee, Florida. First, let me say that Pahokee is the crappiest little town I’ve ever worked. The only industry there seemed to be drugs and prostitution. Most of the town is the poorest of the poor…just one Section 8 Housing Complex after another. Those Section 8 Housing Complexes DO NOT fare well during a Category 3 or 4 hurricane, such as Wilma. The only place I could find to stay was a gorgeous Bed & Breakfast in West Palm Beach. Oh my! What a contrast between Pahokee and West Palm Beach!!! There are no words to describe how beautiful West Palm Beach is or how ugly Pahokee. The power was out in the entire area…all of south Florida, for about a month, as I recall. And the B & B had a well wit

My Time on Board the USS Comfort – Katrina Disaster 2005

I’ve worked for FEMA for 10 years now and I seem to have a psychic connection to US disasters. Also, I’m usually drawn to unusual things, like I’ll show up at the gas station at the very moment it catches on fire. Or I’ll arrive at the mall while its being robbed. I think of these things as “adventures” and even during big disasters, I seem to work the most dangerous areas. Such was the case in 2005 during the Katrina disaster. I could have been assigned to many areas to work…the entire Gulf Coast from Texas to Alabama was affected…but NO! I got assigned to a coastal area of New Orleans….a little town called Chalmette, St. Bernards Parish. You’ll probably recall this town from the news. There was a big oil spill there. Besides all the regular dangers of excessive debris, structures that were unsound, the break down of all law enforcement, we also had the added concern of poisonous snakes (there were marshes and wetlands there) and toxic mud. The Murphy oil spill du