We survived.  It actually turned out to be not that big a deal, thankfully.  We didn't even lose power!  The wind in the middle of the night was pretty scary, though, so we did end up moving the girls downstairs to sleep in pack-and-plays in the living room, but it wasn't so bad that we were forced to the basement.  I surveyed the neighborhood this morning and only saw one tree down.  Lots of branches down, pretty much everywhere, but small ones.

Anyway, below is tree that fell in our neighborhood.  It was a big one, over near Rockford Park.  Luckily it fell towards the park instead of towards the house it fronted.

The Brandywine River was raging this morning.  Lots of people made their way down to check out the rapids once the statewide driving prohibition was lifted.  Below are some photos of Breck's Mill (the big stone building on the left side of the river in the first picture (obscured by trees etc.) and Walker's Mill (across the river).  You can see that the water is nearly to the top of the millrace door of Walker's Mill (can't think of a better word for it - the place where the millrace water empties back into the river after driving the water wheels).  Normally you can see a whole arched "doorway" there, at least 7 or 8 feet high.  So the river is quite a bit higher, and rougher, than usual.  Both mills were used for textile manufacturing, and built in the early 1800s.  Walker's Mill is said to be one of the most photographed buildings in Delaware, so it's fitting that I took several more pictures of it this morning than probably were necessary to show how wild the river was this morning. In the first and last picture, you can also see how much wider the river is than usual... those trees that are at least a few feet underwater are normally a few feet from the river's edge.

I took a short video that shows (for anyone familiar with the Brandywine River) just how much wilder it is after the storm... hopefully it has sound...  seriously, the Brandywine is normally a pretty gentle, meandering creek... deep enough to go tubing or canoeing on, but shallow enough that you'll never be more than waist deep in the water.  And when I say deep enough to go tubing or canoeing on, I mean the type of tubing or canoeing that involves a floating cooler of beer, as opposed to the type of tubing or canoeing that requires helmets and, say, the ability to swim in case anything goes wrong. 

Anyway, we're all thankful to be safe and sound.