TARPON SPRINGS, Fla.—At daybreak, the fishermen went down to the sea in water up to their hips to see if their ships were still moored to Anclote River piers or marooned on Dodecanese Boulevard, now a three-foot-deep canal.
The fishing boats were all there, riding high in the swollen river, bumping rhythmically against rubber dock camels, masts slightly a-sway but otherwise undamaged. They had survived Idalia’s big blow the night before.