Hurricanes can take very erratic paths. The first hurricane I remember living through was Hurricane Donna in 1960. Her path was very contorted:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Donna
Donna went in at Marathon, traveled along the west coast of Florida, turned inland north of Fort Myers, passed over Bartow where I lived, exited at Daytona Beach, made landfall at Wilmington NC, exited in Virgina, then hit land yet again in Westhampton, NY, crossed Long Island and finally went across New England.
I was eight years old at the time. My three sisters and I were home alone with my Dad - Mom was in Alabama with her mother who was dying. As the first eye wall passed our house began leaking and my Dad was worried that some of the windows might blow in. He went out to the detached garage to get boards just in case. I remember him telling my oldest sister, "If I don't come back, DO NOT come after me! Stay inside, crawl into the bathtub or a closet and keep your sisters safe." Fortunately Dad came back in safe and we didn't lose any windows, but that house leaked like a sieve. We didn't have power for weeks so we didn't hear about the extensive damage until much later.
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