Riding out storms...just rambling.
My first hurricane was Donna. All streets in downtown Orlando were flooded running down to the Greenwood sinkhole. No one ever thought it'd flood up Orange Avenue. I was a little kid; the oak limbs down _everywhere_ were just fun. McCoy AFB couldn't have launched any strike, first, second or third.
Fast forward a while. I lived in a park south of Kissimmee, and Hurricane Charlie nailed us. We recorded 105mph gusts. What we had in the park was no RVs damaged, _lots_ of oak limbs down and a few pine trees fell on mobile homes. We hid out in the motel building; when the water in the toilet is sloshing you pay attention. My buddy pulls up in her golf cart and says "your house is making a lot of noise." Not a good thing.
That night the park manager got lost. Too much stuff down.
Of course power was down. We had a big generator to make power for the water plant. A big Cummins. It would've been cool if there was more than a 50g drum of diesel fuel. It would've been cooler if there was power to the lift stations.
So We had a problem; we could take clean water in but we couldn't let it out. But there's lake right over there...yes we did.
I'm describing about roughly four days. More than that, you don't want to do it.