On our way to Daniel and Todd’s house for the weekend, I had mentioned to Jennifer my surprised in not seeing more damage from Ivan. There were few moments of evidence as we traveled down the interstate, but I guess I was just expecting more.

More is what I got as soon as we started on the three-mile bridge. We both noticed the walking/fishing bridge were “Jesus” stood was no longer there.

Our breath was taken away once we passed the toll bridge in our quest to find Daniel and Todd’s condo. The following pictures are a few I snapped during our ride down the strip.