"Why do we stand in awe of the power and immensity of the sea, the vast unknown reaches of the Universe, the beauty of the flower, the splendor of the sunset...... and at the same time downgrade ourselves? Did not the same Creator make us? Are we not the most marvelous creation of all, with power to think, experience and change our environment.... and love?
- Denis Waitley, Author "Seeds Of Greatness"
The winds picked up intensity. The rain mixed with sand was hitting me but I was protected. Oooooh what a good book. What storm, I smiled. IT got angry. Very ANGRY. It was pummeling down during the afternoon and there was a lot of noise outside. I wanted to get some hot water for a cuppa but...... uh uh. No way (squeak). As night closed in I realized that I needed batteries for my torch. No light to read. Oh shoot!
So I lay there in the dark ALL NIGHT listening to the tornado try to eat me up. Water was getting in through the rat holes and wet sand was covering the tent completely but the intensity of the tornado had gone to a new level. I was uncomfortable but all was cooool, but wet. A few prayers to try to get some sleep. But this was a MONSTER. This was the NEGOB of all NEGOBS. If it was trying to scare me it was gaining credibility.
Then SMAAAAASH. This was when I began to poop in my (very wet) panties. The overhead tarpaulin had been ripped from its foundations and, complete with wet sand, was smashing into the tent. Oh oh. Trouble. I had to go outside and secure it or pull the whole thing down.
A couple of Hail Marys and out into the unknown I went. The wind was pushing the tarp so hard into the front of the tent that at first I couldn't even unzip the front door thingie. I pushed outside. Aaarrggmm, that was something I will NEVER forget. The first hurt was the wet sand hitting every part of me with the aid of the 100 kph+ cyclonic winds. Then seemingly every single plant between me and the beach hit me all at once. Being insane of course I laughed and screamed at the motherfuder that I wasn't ready to go yet. I had a story to tell. Huh. Cop that...........
It hit me with the second tarp. It was wrapped completely around me while I secured the first tarp overhead. I would have loved a polaroid snap of me at the time. it would have been hilarious! Anyway after about I suppose an hour or so I finally got back into the tent after scraping off layers and layers of sand and wiped myself down with a wet towel. Then I waited. I was pretty sure that a flying 'missile', a tree or some other body was going to get me. And so I prayed, as I do, not in fear of my life but because if I was to be taken I had to BE with God. THAT was how bad it was. It continued on like that all night and into the next day. When I ventured out the storms were still severe. I tried to do a little filming on my phone but it was difficult. I finally got some hot water for a cuppa and went back and weathered the storm so to speak.
This morning I saw the destruction. It was like the desert. Wet sand had just covered the entire vegetation. Trees were down everywhere. La Chateau was just covered in sand. The tarps were down and there was not one green leaf or fern around me. All that stood out was the La Chateau Sand Sculpture. I could have easily "gone" and was stupid to be there. But I always believed that it was not my choice as to whether I stayed or left. I stayed. And now, by Working Backwards, I have another great EXPERIENCE for my..........