By Saturday morning, Irene started showing her strength on our beach.
We've lived through storms like this before, so we knew to board up the windows and secure the loose/lighter stuff in the yard.
While mandatory evacuations were in place, we weren't sure we'd leave. However, eventually we decided it would be smarter to be safe -- so we headed to my house outside of Philly.
Clearly, other people didn't like the idea of Irene messing up the last weekend of summer before Labor Day weekend, either.
We listened to the strong winds and rain from my house, and hoped we wouldn't lose power. We were anxious to hear what was happening on the island, and by late morning we were ready to head back.
Although the skies were clear by Sunday afternoon, the west winds were fierce. There had been lots of flooding, and some people lost power, but for Irene to make landfall in the inlet off our south end, the island survived relatively unscathed.
The bay, normally flat and calm, was whipping in the west wind.
But the beach was beautiful. Big waves, and rough surf, and lots of erosion, but it was there.
LBI, again, survived a hurricane.
And so did we.