This is the highway 90 bridge.  It is the one between Biloxi and Ocean Springs.  This is the Biloxi side.  After looking around Ocean Springs, Donna and I went over to Biloxi to see what it was like there.  We drove along the gulf front and found an area where we could park and look at the bridge.

Ever since I was about 15 we would go to Florida on vacation.  It was my Mom's favorite place in the world - Sanibel Island that is.  We would spend at least a week there and the rest of the time looking around other areas of Florida.  The last year we went, before Mom died, we stopped in Biloxi and went on a shrimp boat tour of the area and we got to see how a shrimp boat worked and the type of stuff the nets would pull up from the bottem of the gulf.  It was one of the best trips we ever had.  Nothing of the dock we went from was left.  No boats, nothing.  The bridge in the above photo is one we passed over many times, and Biloxi Beach is the first bit of salt water we would see and have to stop at.  This entire bridge looked this way.  It reminded me of dominos that someone had knocked down.

We drove around Biloxi for quite a while.  The destruction is unimaginable.  Houses moved, broken, gone.  Every house with a spray painted code and date on the outside from after the storm.  Houses with blue tarp roofs and FEMA numbers written on them.  There is no part of Biloxi that was not affected by the storm.  I think on the first day, this day, that it still felt like some kind of a nightmare and it could not really be real.  But it was and still is. 

While still in Ocean Springs, on our walk, we saw the trees and stuff hanging from the trees.  It was very ghostly and eerie.  It reminded me of pictures you see in war torn areas of the world.  Like nothing I would have ever expected to see in America.