Our storms here in SW Washington don't get official names, at least none that can be shared in public media. We've finished one and gearing up for another this evening. Our roof, gutters, yard and roadway are several inches deep in debris from redwoods. Some of the things that fly out of those trees look like buggy whips. At one time I thought I could make small wattle fences out of them, but gave up on that and just haul them to a place where I want to fill. I am thankful that you are on the side of Erika that fizzled.