"Avast, me hearties! A calamity befallin' Western Carolina, Helene’s wrath hath us all reelin' like scallywags!"
2024-09-28
Arrr, matey! Aye, hundreds o' trails be jammed tight like a ship's hold o' treasure! The landlubbers be shoutin' about more mudslides and mayhem brewin' like a storm at sea. Batten down the hatches, for more mischief be a-comin'!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale o’ woe to spin from the landlubber shores, where chaos reigns like a scallywag at a tavern brawl! It seems the heavens have unleashed a deluge, turnin' the roads into rivers o' muck and mire. Hundreds o' paths be blocked tighter than a pirate’s treasure chest after a raid!The officials, those landlocked fools, be waggin' their tongues like a parched parrot, warnin' all hands that more mudslides be comin'—aye, they predict more damage than a drunken sailor tryin' to navigate a crow's nest. The hills be slippin' and slidin' down like a sailor on a greasy deck after a stormy night o' rum!
So, if ye be plannin' to sail the roads, best ye take heed! No ship’s sail nor sturdy galleon can brave the wrath o’ nature when the ground itself be givin' way. Stay yer course, lest ye find yerself mired in mud deeper than a kraken's lair! It be a treacherous time, indeed, and I'd wager a barrel o' grog that even Davy Jones would be thinkin' twice 'fore settlin' in these parts!