Tuesday, August 30, 2005, part 1
Fleeing Katrina
I grabbed the last of my things and turned off my light. Mom and I were in the car a minute later.
It took almost nine hours to get to the hotel in Bossier City. It didn’t take any longer than it normally would, and we were lucky because there was very little traffic.
We spent the whole evening watching the news. Katrina’s course had changed only slightly. The track led it to make landfall just east of New Orleans.
I looked at the projected path. The eye was going to pass over my parish. The storm was a Category 5 now, the highest possible.