I insisted on a stop in Galveston to see the beach but mostly because of the 1900 Galveston Hurricane, the deadliest natural disaster in United States history. I read Isaac's Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History by Erik Larson (my favorite historical non-fiction author - see Devil in the White City) a few months ago so naturally I couldn't be so close and not see the island for myself.
|My non-disasterologist friend |
was a little less than thrilled
to see the movie!
I also may or may not have nerded out when there was a mention of an emergent recovery group.
Interestingly the movie spoke a bit more than the book on the mitigation efforts put in place (i.e., raising the entire island and building a massive seawall). Structural mitigation frustrates me - an imperfect, temporary, solution - but it seems to have served them relatively well the past 100 years.
|Plaque above the green|
piece of paper on the wall
We also stumbled upon a plaque showing the high water mark of Hurricane Ike in 2008. Even though I felt a bit awkward doing so
(see: Disaster Tourism), I took a picture. Of all recent hurricanes I know the least about Ike though it is unsurprising to see such a high watermark when once considers the barrier island's precarious location in the Gulf.
Galveston itself is an interesting town - think Panama City Beach, FL combined with Mid City, New Orleans, combined with a run down Texas business district. There's obviously a lot happening.