There is nothing left….all gone, just dust and useless bits of steel. The steering wheel in the picture is from the Class A which we were parked next to. Both of us parked front in, rear facing out. There was nothing in front of me, I think there was a boat in front of my neighbor.
Our spot was that first one on the left. You can see the total destruction of the entire building which I think had 20 parking places on each side, with probably 30-35 motorhomes, the rest being boats or antique cars. Nothing survived…..
This is the other side….not any better. All gone. Amazingly, the RV’s on the side storage areas were not harmed….could not even see any blistering of paint, but I’ll bet it was so hot that each of those are going to need some work done to them, let alone the smoke damage that is surely inside each unit.
As I was taking the first photo above, I walked over to this view point…and this man and lady drive up and come up to the fence….and point. “Did you have a unit in there?” I asked, “No, but we did last year, how about you?” “Yes, I was in this first one on the left,” I said. “That is where we were…” she mutters, “I am so sorry for you.” I guess I muttered that we were headed to Alaska in just 33 days…”were”' being the operative word there. And I got in the car and drove away….
