Eight years ago as Katrina was raging towards New Orleans I was deciding whether or not I should leave. I went into a restaurant in Metairie that was still open. I asked the restaurant owner why he was still open. He told me he was leaving soon; his workers were going to stay. I asked why. He told me the generals always leave; the soldiers stay. That was all I needed to hear; I boarded up my business and my house. With three dogs and one other passenger I headed across Lake Pontchartrain.
Amazingly traffic was light; it was still a day before it got really serious. I decided to stay off the bumper-to-bumper interstates. I made it by country roads with not much traffic all the way to Hattiesburg, and the next day we traveled onward half way across the country. We were treated with kindness wherever we went, and the hotels were happy to accept the dogs.