The hurricane Irene that followed hard on the heel of the Mineral earthquake have kept things interesting for us. Although Irene was no Katrina, it blew in a lot of troubles. After the initial fury of wind and rain, the neighborhood was left devastated. Fallen trees blocked streets, killed electrical lines, and damaged houses. We were fortunate not to lose any trees, although a large limb from one of our oaks landed on Richard's fence, and a tree at Gabriel's around the corner totaled Mike's car. Another tree fortunately missed his house. Mr. Seals helped clear some of the initial limbs with his saw, then Gabriel bought his own chainsaw to finish the job. He and Mike made short work of the trees and now have a five foot wall of split logs sheltering their patio. I still have one limb dangling precariously above some electrical wires out front of the cabin.