Today Amanda, Demetrius, and I ventured down to Austell Georgia. We were in search of Clarkdale Elementary School. The journey to the school was an experience in it's own. We saw an animal farm flooded, a basketball court which was completely under water, a lumber yard in a rescue effort, a old lady who's septic business washed away, semi trucks swept down stream and damming under a bridge, a family frantically clearing their house and our destination, an elementary school being gutted.
The most powerful part of this trip was the people and their stories. The most memorable part of this trip was the sound of helicopters over head mixed with the sound of sloshing mud and the putrid smell of decay. All sounds were buffered, as if some turned the volume down on the world. The dried cracked mud that coated the trees was the tell-tell signs of where the water levels were just 24 hour before. Easily 10 feet over our heads, and well over the roof line of most house. This is an experience not soon forgotten.