In 1979 when I lived in Pensacola my mother-in-law living in Savannah was hit by a hurricane. Since they lived in a mobile home, we took off work and drove the 8 hours to Savannah. When we got there, they didn't have any damage but the power was off. We all went out to eat and then to a club to hear some music.
At the club I saw a TV and another hurricane was 250 miles due south of Pensacola headed north. The next morning I took off and drove back to Pensacola. What was odd, was when I got off the secondary roads from Georgia and onto I-10 at Tallahassee headed west. I had 200 miles to go, there was no traffic ahead or behind me, so I hit 90 mph and drove all the way to Pensacola at 90mph, I didn't pass one car or see one police car. However, on the eastbound side of I-10 when I got near Ft. Walton the road was bumper-to-bumper of cars leaving the area I was going.
I got back to my home just in time. We had a pool, so I brought in all the patio furniture. Got out some candles and a radio and went into the hallway and closed all the bedroom and bathroom doors. As soon as I did, the power went off. I was so tired from driving to Savannah and back, going out having a few drinks, I fell asleep right away and slept through the whole storm.
We didn't have a birdcage on the pool, in fact I never saw one in Pensacola, everyones fences their yard. However, because of a couple of pine trees, I spent the next day scooping up water logged pine cones from the bottom of the pool for about 4 hours.
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