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Hurricane Helene roared through to the west of us, but we didn't have much in the way of rain until after the eye of the storm passed. The wind did get pretty nasty at times, resulting in some moderate tree damage in our neighborhood. My guy had just pruned all our trees so all we lost were two pine branches and a million or so thin branches and twigs. Some tree debris from the abandoned property behind us ended up in our yard. I filled the wheelbarrow up yesterday, and he packed a garbage can full with the debris, and that was just the front yard. I also walked out and moved the sharp broken branches on the road into our neighborhood so no one punctured a tire.

For us prep is not just about making sure we're okay. Just before Helene hit we checked in with a neighbor who happened to be home alone during the storm, and helped her move some things around her house that might have otherwise gone flying. Her basketball hoop fell over during the highest of the winds. The next morning my guy went over to help her pick up.

I think we were very lucky. Pays to prepare, too.

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