Stewart is in fine form as he moves into “day two and a half” of his telling the tale of covering Hurricane Ophelia.
But humid hotel rooms, long hours and lousy food are hallmarks of hurricane coverage and Ophelia did not fail to hold up these long-held traditions. While only a Class One, the swirling Cyclops of wind, rain and debris inched through town at a wino’s pace, tipping over gas station canopies, downing power lines and sending heavy manhole covers floating down the streets. Through it all, I plowed through the flash-floods in trusty Unit Four, parking strategically into the wind and using the Explorer’s tailgate lid and overstuffed cargo bay for cover.
(I’m going to keep pointing to these reports at Viewfinder Blues until y’all get over there it and read them.)