Ok so the panhandle is about 75% military. When we are told to leave, we leave. That is how it was the three years I was there (my husband was stationed at Hurlburt Field).
I remember being there for 2, or was it 3 hurricanes. None of them hit us straight on, but they did want everyone to take the regular precautions. The military families did so. The locals did not, and I do recall a great deal of the locals laughing at the military families while they did so.
Also note that the tourists in that area are from Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia etc. - NOT New England, and I remember those idiots out in the water on Pensacola Island when one storm hit (couldn't believe what I was seeing on the news).
Some of us Yankees are down right weird when it comes to storms. Do not understand it but there it is.
Early 90's Hurricane BOB hit and I decided to head to York Maine to watch the waves come in by the light house. Boy friend at the time went along not very happy about it. Half way to York the storm hit electric lines and trees went down and future husband pulled off the road and through clenched teeth told me to drive or we were going home. I took over and when we reached the lighthouse the waves were breaking over the very top of it. Wonderful photos for the 200-300 other people watching. Darn there were people walking their dogs and the beach as the tide was out.
These people are nuts I remarked to boyfriend who just gave me that look out of the corner of his eye.
Winter storms on the sea coast have a beauty and magistracy all their own. What draws us to risk life and limb to leave shelter and go out into these storms to wittiness the furry and grandeur of mother nature is beyond me.
Must be something in our blood that causes us to want to walk into danger when a flood, a tornado, a blizzard or huricane hits. Most likely the same thing that set off the westard move knowing they had every chance of being killed and scalped, frozen to death or death by disease.
If one thinks I am crazy, check out the boys that load themselves into cylinders with no windors or doors, and decide to live at 1000 feet below the sea with no escape or way for the boys, most of them to not see or know where they are going and knowing they may be hunted for 3-6 months on end.
High ^5 to sparky that survived a very unusual experience for 99% of the people that live on land.