The rains came hard in Richmond, but the cabin held. Winds gusted up to 65 mph and streets flooded. After twenty minutes of huddling in the Pollack art building to protect me from the ferocious gales and listening to transformers around me blow, I dashed to my car. It took me an hour to wind my way home, trying to find streets that weren't blocked by downed trees. Rachel and Mike lost power at Hickory House and took shelter from the storm with us before venturing out to seek solace in pizza. Of course, we lost power at the cabin, too. A large limb fell next door and pulled down the wire feeding Antonia and Jonathan's cabin, bringing the electrical panel with it.