I've been in one hurricane at sea and one that came a little too far inland and got us!
The first one was kinda funny. I lived in Lake Arrowhead, CA, a little mountain resort community in the mountains of Southern California. I woke up one Saturday, kinda in that half-sleep mode, ya know? And I heard my hamster, Simon, squeeking. I also realized I was wet. I was probably 10 or so and had never wet the bed in my life. I opened my eyes in terror at the thought of peeing in my bed and was looking straight up into the trees and a little squirrel face was staring at me...from a hole in my roof!! I screamed, the hampster squeaked (he was in 2 inches of water and could have drown!!), the squirrel squealed and ran away and my father ran into the room. NAKED. I'm not sure what shocked me the most
We knew the thing was coming far inland the night before, but we assumed that the mountain would slow it down or even kill it (we lived at 5500 ft above sea level).
The second time was just a few years later over Thanksgiving weekend. We took a yacht out to Catalina Island (a small resort island off the Southern California coast)...well, we TRIED to take the yacht out to Catalina (why do men think they can outrun and outwit hurricanes and other natural disasters???), only we got hit by a freakin hurricane and it tore the sail to pieces. The waves were incredible and we all puked our guts out. It took forever to get back to port in Long Beach, and did little to assuage my incredible fear of water, as you can imagine.
The next day was much calmer and we had our sail repaired and set out again without even listening to the dang weather report - afterall, the hurricane had already passed, right? Well, the first
one had! But that night, as we slept in the harbor at Avalon in Catalina, we were awoken by the harbor police who were evacuating everyone from their boats and taking them to shore, where we all had to sleep basically piled up with strangers in the Cathrine Hotel, with horrible elevator music coming over the intercom speakers all night long, as the wind and rain whipped everything around us all to hell.
It was fun.
The good news is, a few days later as we made our way back to Long Beach the ocean was so calm it was like glass...and a pod of dolphins escorted us for like an hour!! It was amazing! They were jumping out of the water alongside us (both sides of the boat) and it was fascinating...even for a water hater like me!
The dog was having a great time watching them go, but was so excited that i though he was going to have a heart attack
P.S. I LOVE storms, especially thunderstorms. My father was struck by lightening in the groin once at the Grand Canyon, but not even that has stopped my love for electric storms. I'd rather been in a rain storm than any other weather.