Apparently, fire just likes to follow me...
I drove up to Delaware where Lauren lives so that we could fly out of Philadelphia to Houston for our trip to see her family. The plan was to leave the house at 4pm, and we were walking down the hallway out of the house, right on time when the power goes out. It had gotten increasingly dark in the last 30 minutes and was clearly going to storm, so we figured it would come back on quickly and still made our way outside.
The reason for the outage was made abundantly more clear when we walked out and noticed this little situation out on the power line:
It's not nearly as noticeable in the pic, but if you look right at the middle power line you may notice a small fire/sparking coming from the power line. It appears as though lightning decided to strike the tree right in front of the Collins' house, have the limb land on a power line, and some sort of combination of the two cause the power line to spark. EXCELLENT.
After a tense 20 minutes of running around phone calling, re-arranging, and planning, we ended up leaving for the airport with PLENTY of time, especially since our plane ended up being delayed for a total of two hours. Unfortunately, Lauren's husband Sean could not make the trip since he bravely sacrificed himself to stay home and take care of the house and the dogs (since they didn't know when the power would be back on---it turned out to be early the next morning).
When we got to our terminal, it was packed with delayed passengers, but we were lucky enough to get a table at a bar when I could enjoy this:
The important thing is we made it there....
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