An Xtreme thunder- and windstorm blew through here one evening last week. I was home alone and went to stand in the three-season porch to watch it. (I love storms.) But the wind became so strong I stepped back into the house and closed the door. A window pane blew out in that porch once, and if it happened again I didn't want to be in the same room with the flying glass. The wind seemed to be about 50 mph -- it looked like the water was being blown off the surface of the lake.
After a few minutes he storm passed, and we had no significant damage, just a lot of leaves and small branches down (except for that one tree that fell and blocked the neighbor's driveway).
But the next little town south of us did not fare so well.
I drove through a couple days later. Scenes like this were typical.
The county government center lost a storage building. (Look closely at the trees in the background, too).
Utility and tree-trimmer trucks were everywhere.
Some guys were working.
Others were taking their lunch break near the village beach.
No one was exempt from damage.
The trees were sad.
