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Two days after the storm
Aug. 21st, 2009 08:49 pmToday I rode my bike to pick up the boys from school and in order to get there part of my path took me through one of the areas hit by the tornado. Yesterday most of the roads were closed but today a few of them were open so I rode down part of Portland Avenue.
Along along the street it smelled like a lumber yard and sawdust hung in the air and settled on the road. Three out of every four or five houses were covered in blue tarps and large chunks of trim were missing from some of the homes. There were no trees left except for a few smaller ones that were far from the street and up and down the boulevards where the trees used to grow were either hacked off stumps standing askew or else gaping holes in the ground. Here and there were beautiful gardens untouched by the storm. The street looked naked and raw. It was sad to see. That part of Portland had been so gorgeous.
Along along the street it smelled like a lumber yard and sawdust hung in the air and settled on the road. Three out of every four or five houses were covered in blue tarps and large chunks of trim were missing from some of the homes. There were no trees left except for a few smaller ones that were far from the street and up and down the boulevards where the trees used to grow were either hacked off stumps standing askew or else gaping holes in the ground. Here and there were beautiful gardens untouched by the storm. The street looked naked and raw. It was sad to see. That part of Portland had been so gorgeous.
