Peter breathes a sigh of relief as we now head over to my house. I fear the worst. I'm thinking that the huge pine tree next to my home is square in the middle of the house and that it looks like those we left at Whispering Woods. The images I see as I make my way in are not encouraging. A trip that normally takes a few minutes; that from Peter's house to mine, takes nearly an hour as we are foced to backtrack and try new routes. The road leading to the subdivision is littered with trees, it looks like a tornado came through. Like at Whispering Woods, Peter and I are forced to leave our cars at the main road and walk over to my house. Here are images we took along the way.
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