Left Conway that morning to take my grandmother to Stone mountain Georgia for my cousin's wedding. I-20 between Florence and Columbia was a scene from a post-apocalyptic fantasy movie. Giant trees were scattered like toothpicks on the kitchen floor in the area where the eyewall crossed on its way to North Carolina. I drove my Ford Taurus over around and through the median and shoulders of the highway to get through. I was out of gas and decided to park in Columbia to figure out what to do because the stations had no power. Rounded a building to find a convenience store with power and gas. Waited in line to fill up and made it to my aunt's before dark.