Mr. Flanagan and myself did not escape the mess; of course the high winds put a few trees down on the drive, tossed some things out and about in the yard, and it knocked out our power for about 15 hours. We took it in stride and made due using what we had to make it through the day without electricity. One thing I noticed about the two of us is that years and years of re-enacting seasoned us to the point that we had no qualms about pumping for water or using the great outdoors for a bathroom! We had plenty to eat...I just dug out our camp stove and set to work heating up dinner whilst Mr. Flanagan dug out all the oil and candle lamps. It was a bit fun deciding what we wanted to do with yet another night without electricity.
How on earth did our ancestors do it?
I guess they just looked at the sky, held a finger in the air, and guessed?
Living in the past is fun for a day or two...I would rather reside in the present for now!