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Kelley Baker's avatar

I was pretty young when the storm hit. I remember the sounds of the wind hitting our house and the sounds of cracking and falling trees in the woods behind the house. We were without power for quite a few days and getting up in the morning we explored the neighborhood and the woods and saw the knocked down trees. Most of them with roots still attached. In the 90's another wind storm went through, nothing like the Columbus Day storm but still pretty intense. I was driving my old Toyota Land Cruiser (not the most aerodynamic vehicle ever built) across the top deck of the Fremont Bridge when a gust of wind grabbed me and pushed the car over two lanes. Luckily I was one of the few fools who was driving across at the time and so I didn't collide with anyone. Your story brought back a lot of wonderful and scary memories. Thanks Gary.

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Ray Hull's avatar

Brought back memories. I was teaching at North Eugene HS and I stayed longer than I should have to take care of my various classroom plants and animals. I ended up driving home in my older VW Beetle. I didn't experience anything as traumatic as crossing the Morrison Street Bridge but we lived at the time west of town and piloting an old VW along open fields in 80 mph wind was exciting enough.

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