By David Horst firstname.lastname@example.org
Destruction came to visit up on the sand hill we call home.
We were in the path of the f2 tornado that bounced through the
Hortonville area. The roar of the wind about 1 a.m. was so loud, sleep
was not possible. I went to the bedroom window and saw trees battered by
such force that they seemed to be gripping the ground with their roots
to hold on.
I thought to myself, we're going to lose a few trees. There was no siren
and the forecast said nothing about severe weather. The storm passed so
quickly, it seemed like damage would be minimal. A walk of our land
Wednesday morning showed that couldn't have been further from reality.