Hard to believe it's been six months since cyclone Yasi bulldozed its way across North Queensland. Seems like yesterday we were emerging from our front door in the morning light and surveying the destruction all around. It was like walking onto a battle field after the fighting has passed. You could still hear the roar in the distance and the ground was littered with leaves, debris and severed tree limbs. It was the longest night of our lives (Yasi was about 100 kilometres wide and took some ten or twelve hours to fully pass over us) and we were the lucky ones. North of us in Innisfail and Cardwell, they are still rebuilding even now. Amazingly enough, the only casualty from cyclone Yasi was a young guy who died from asphxiation after running a generator indoors. That night was as close as I ever want to come to Mother Nature's destructive fury. We have resolved to get out early if there is ever a next time.
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