On the morning of Friday, May 8th, what they're calling an inland hurricane swept through the area. Steph and I were asleep (6:30 Central time) when we awoke to a nasty storm of near 100 mph winds rocking outside. It lasted about an hour, and we exited The Plaza to behold plenty of destruction outside. Roofs blown off, a small fire started, a window shattered, the pool littered with lawn chairs, shingles and apartment siding (all of which Morgan beared the bitter cold to dive in and retrieve, only to ruin his cell phone because he foolishly forgot to take it out of his pocket... but then again, that's another story).
You can kind of see the roller coaster track weaving up, over and through the 43 year old facility
Here's inside our own little Ground Zero. The collapse ran right overtop my spot at the desk


It mangled this guy's new car and clipped the bathroom, a mere 20 feet away from where the family was hiding out in a closet


