Well, I was ready to join the ten years since the big ice storm fun, until I realized that I was still using film cameras and I have no idea where those photos are!
Still, I do remember. I remember setting the trash at the curb, feeling rain drops on my back and the thermometer reading 28 degrees. I knew then that we were in deep doo-doo. The next day, transformers were popping all over the neighborhood and by dinner time, the power was out. It would be out for three days, and the hardest thing about that was staying warm. The house was a cozy 45 degrees. After three days almost exactly, the power returned, courtesy of a crew from Houston. Not to everyone however; just to one side of the street. Across the street was not yet on, as well as two homes on my side. The last to be restored? Neighbor Carl, who is an electrician. He was so busy repairing other people's damaged service points that he didn't fix his own and KCP&L would not restore him until his was fixed. All told it was one week before we all were restored on our street. Aside from being cold, and one EMS call for a person who ran their portable gas fueled generator in the attached garage we all fared OK.
You could not drive anywhere, it was so icy. Tree branches were down all over. I cut up lots of fallen limbs and collected lots of branches. Thankfully I did not have to go out, and me and the cats bundled under the covers. I wished (and still do wish) that I had a wood stove.
I wonder where those photos are!
Above image from Fox4.