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It’s some time between eleven and noon in Marsh Harbor.  The winds calmed earlier in the night, and the Sea of Abaco is shining turquoise again.

Our walk through the Marsh Harbor waterfront revealed little damage.  Only one  power line down, some board fencing down, and a few signs down.  There doesn’t appear to have been any surge.  No docks have been damaged at any marinas, that we could see.  Three sailboats that were anchored out in the harbor during the storm broke their holding and washed up on the southern shore.  Those must have been the only sailboats that tried to ride it out on the hook, there were no other sailboats in the harbor this morning.   Some dinghies in the Moorings marina caught the wind and ended up five hundred yards downshore. 

Telephone service was down this morning, and the airport may only be accepting private or charter flights today.   Our American Airlines flight was rescheduled to tomorrow, Saturday the 27th.

Still at the Abaco Beach Resort hotel, Marsh Harbor, Abaco, Bahamas.  It’s nearly seven in the evening, the southern portion of the hurricane has been passing over us for at least four hours now.   The winds are quite strong out of the west, but not getting stronger.  We’re expecting the winds to gradually ease off in the night. 

The grounds have a number of downed palms and large fallen branches.   I saw one balcony railing up on the fourth floor bent back on itself, having caught the wind; other than that no damage to the building. The Boat Harbor docks are still intact, and the few boats that are left in them are still floating and well tied down.

We haven’t ventured beyond the hotel grounds – the winds are now carrying a stinging rain, and are still strong enough to launch a coconut, palm frond, or roof tile – so we don’t know how the rest of Marsh Harbor has fared.  But my general impression is that Irene did not develop, while over the Abacos, into the catastrophic storm that forecasters had warned of. We do wish she would move on though.

A bright spot and weaker winds as the eye of the storm passes over us.The storm appears to be a little ahead of forecasts.  It wasn’t supposed to each us until four this afternoon.  Its early arrival is a positive sign.

A little after nine in the morning on Thursday August 25th, here’s a picture of the sea of abaco, looking south east from our hotel room window.  The wind has picked up considerably since last night.  The sea hasn’t risen yet.  We still have power and water, television reception is getting spotty, as is our internet connection.  We expect the storm to get stronger as the day progresses.  We have filled the bathtub to give us a reserve of water, and packed our bags in case we need to move quickly.

We had moments of high winds and rain earlier today as feeder bands passed overhead.

At this hour, nearly midnight, we can hear strong winds from our hotel room, but nothing dangerous yet.  The building does not shake and the coconuts are not yet flying.

We are on the third floor of a four story cement block building; the construction looks rather thick.  The building is set back a good throw from the Sea of Abaco, on a bluff several meters above sea level.

While we are close to the water, our elevation and position on the third floor gives us protection from a flooding storm surge.

My only real concern is collapse of the building, which I think is rather unlikely.

I’ll post another update in the morning, hopefully with a picture or video.

Goodnight,
Colin

A nation that lauds great gifts of money on those who innovate in the fields of networking and mass communication.  A nation that champions the greatest chatterer.  A nation uncomfortable in silence.

A nation of debtors that will tell all still listening that there is value in its words.

That’s what all indebted people do:  tell you their words are worth all the gold they owe you, when they produce nothing else with which to pay you.