[10:30 a.m.] In Bonita Springs along US 41, there is debris literally everywhere – tree limbs, awnings, lumber, garbage, business signs and anything else that couldn’t handle Wilma’s wrath. Everywhere you look there are uprooted trees or recently-planted trees bent at dramatic angles. There is going to be a rat-load of cleaning up to do in this part of Florida the next few days.

There’s also been flooding, although not as much as I expected. I guess the speed at which Wilma blasted through here last night and this morning helped minimize that. But I’ve only just started down Tamiami Trail and as I head south, it could be worse.
One thing’s for sure. If you were planning on the all-you-can-eat lunch buffet at the Bonita Springs Pizza Hut, forget it. The place is accessible only by canoe right now. And the car wash/oil change store next door better have some good insurance. It took a pounding from the wind. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Coke machine blown over by a storm. It usually takes three frat guys rocking it back and forth to knock over a vending machine. Wilma appears to be as strong as a million frat boys, maybe even a million inebriated frat boys after an all-night kegger and angry that their football team got beat.