Tuesday, 2nd trip to Kemah

I returned alone this time, to attempt to clean and get furniture down from the high perches we had set it on.

The power was still off, sewer was still not functioning, and I was met with a sign that read "boil water notice." That's never a good thing to find.

Going inside again, I noticed it smelled better but still musty. I opened all of the doors and propped them open and got to work. I started taking down the things we stacked on concrete blocks and then stacked on top of those. I put together the front lobby first.

I re-mopped and re-mopped until I couldn't mop any longer. Still, overpowering the bleach and Odoban was the smell of mustiness and muck. I would give anything to simply have power so that I could put the air conditioners on to remove the humidity.

I spent 4-5 hours there, getting as much done as I could, drinking bottled water and listening to the sounds of generators going, hammers hammering, and dumpsters opening and closing as people threw their once-beloved things away.

I tried to drive home across the Kemah bridge, but was met again by policemen telling me that the storm surge had strewn the entire Seabrook side of the bridge with piles 6-8 feet high. There was building debris, appliances, couches, mattresses, boats, and an assortment of hazardous materials. I couldn't believe how devastated Kemah was. Could Seabrook be worse?