Life Inside an Iowa Ice Storm
posted by March 1 at 11:41 AMon
The phone rang in my bedroom yesterday - it definitely wasn’t anyone I expected to be calling me. “This is the Department of Homeland Security,” said the pre-recorded voice on the other end of the line, “If your home is still without power, seek shelter immediately.” Turns out my town has been declared a disaster area!
Coast-centric Seattlites may or may not be aware that an ice storm ripped through the Midwest last weekend. I’m originally from southern California. I couldn’t tell you the different between sleet and hail and had no idea what the hell “ice storm” meant. But here’s the deal: you wake up to a slate-grey sky and rain so cold it freezes when it hits the ground. After a few hours, every pine needle, picnic table and abandoned bicycle is encased in a layer of ice. Soon, the ice starts weighing down tree branches, which snap off dramatically and plunge downward, icicles and all.
Yes, yes, it’s a dangerous disaster area, but people (uh, young people) are too excited about the changed landscape to stay inside and hoard canned tuna and flashlight batteries. All week, people have been wandering the streets with cameras, scampering under the more threatening trees and snapping hundreds of photos. Here’s three of my favorite:
icicles on bicycles
blades of grass
More interesting than 43 degrees and drizzly, anyway.