In 1999, I spent 13 hours in a car alone on a gridlocked interstate with my first child, a 3-week-old baby, during the infamously disastrous mass evacuation from Hurricane Floyd. Since then, I’ve watched coastal states dramatically improve evacuation plans and move hundreds of thousands of residents out of harm’s way very effectively. As a result in recent years, far more people have died due to hurricanes’ freshwater floods in the continental U.S. than coastal storms surges. That proved true in Hurricane Helene.
Not long after Helene hit, much of the nation’s attention shifted to the presidential election and the horrible wildfires in California. But I had lived near the mountains of the Carolinas, so I was curious. I drove to North Carolina to see for myself what had happened there. When I arrived in Swannanoa and Asheville, I found a level of destruction that is hard to convey. But these places had gotten more coverage than others.
So I continued north to Yancey County, a majestic and more rural place, where 11 people had died due to Helene, more per capita than anywhere else. When I arrived, the usual glory of the Black Mountains felt funereal, seemingly every river and creek a tomb beneath mud, dead trees and the debris of people’s lives.
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