Elena originated off the African coast on August 23rd and was named
when it became a tropical storm on the 28th near Cuba. Elena intensified
strength on the 29th over the open water of the southeast Gulf of Mexico.
Steering currents (upper winds that move the storm) over hurricane
collapsed and a frontal trough turned Elena toward east-northeast on
August 30 posing threats to the Panhandle west coast of Florida. As it
moved near Florida's west coast, steering currents again collapsed. Elena
looped in the Gulf of Mexico and headed west-northwest making landfall
near Biloxi, MS on September 2nd.
Nearly one million people were evacuated from low-lying coastal areas
in the warning area, from Louisiana to Florida's west coast, with a large
section of the middle Gulf coast being asked to evacuate twice within a
three-day period. This is the largest number of people ever evacuated and
may account for the fact there were no deaths in the area of landfall. The
four deaths attributed to Elena were caused by a falling tree, automobile
accident and heart attack. Estimates of total economic loss from Elena are
near $1.4 billion (1990 dollars).
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"Hurricane Elena was quite an experience for my family! We lived in coastal Ocean Springs, MS and decided to ride the storm out in our home. After the eye passed over and the second eyewall was coming through, a tree fell onto our house and split it down the middle! We heard a great Whoosh!!! and I will always remember the smell of pine! We then had to move to another part of the house. Finally, the storm passed over and we made it through safely.....Needless to say, we left our home for the next hurricane!!!!!"
"We were living on Keesler AFB at the time, and having seen the forecasters' predictions for landfall of the hurricane, my parents decided to take the family to our home state, Florida. Imagine our surprise when we arrived in Callahan only to find that the hurricane had altered its course and was heading our way. After some contemplation, my parents opted to return to Mississippi. While we were travelling back to Keesler, we heard on the radio that the hurricane had doubled back and was heading for Mississippi/Louisiana once again. My father pulled over underneath an overpass just east of Panama City. We spent the night there. I will never forget the images I have of Biloxi as we drove through the next day. Tree limbs, sometimes the entire tree, were everywhere. Our house escaped damage, thankfully, but we were without power for a while. I especially remember the school year being delayed due to the storm, being a senior that year, I was dreading the possibility that it would be extended as a result. We seniors were so grateful that didn't happen. Go c/o '86! Go Indians!"
"I was only about 6 years old when Elena hit. We were living in Ocean Springs, MS. I had two younger sisters, one was 3 years old, the other not even a year. I do not remember a whole lot about the storm, but I do know that we did evacuate. My most vivid memories though are returning home from school during the weeks that followed Elena. Every afternoon I would get off of the bus and there was my mother in the yard cleaning up all of the debris with the baby in the playpen right next to her. Funny all the small details that I remember of the damage.
We had four huge pine trees in our yard, Elena took three of them, yet she left the extremely fragile rose bush next to the garage. Of all the memories I have of childhood the ones I will never forget are the ones of my mother cleaning the yard while keeping watch over the baby in the playpen."
"I am now 26 years old and still remember seeing the eye of the storm outside my school. We lived in The Americana Apartments in Gulfport, Ms. We went to the shelter at the elemetary school that myself and my older brother were attending at the time and my little brother was not even a year old. We were hiding under a table in the school and the heaters in the hallway were falling. When the storm finally passed we went to see the damage to the apartment. I remember driving in and seeing alot the them destroyed and when we got to ours the only thing that happened was a rock in the window. The rock did not even break the whole thing, just a little chunk!!!!! That is a memory that will never leave me. I now live in California where I get to deal with another natural disaster, EARTHQUAKES!!!"
"We evacuated for this hurricane TWICE! My family from Pascagoula, MS, drove up to Birmingham, AL where I was going to college and living in the dorm. I was able to get them a scarce hotel room. After she turned toward St. Petersburg, FL, we all went down to the beach at Gulf Shores, AL, for the Labor Day weekend but then she turned back and we had to evacuate to Birmingham AGAIN. "
"I was stationed at Keesler AFB during that period. I remember going into the shelter 3x, finally settling to drive back to Washington DC. I remember driving back to Keesler on Sept 7th, and seeing the devastation that was left behind her aftermath. Since I was a student, we had the wonderful privledge of going out into the commmunity and helping with the cleanup and trying to get things back in order. I was a student leader, so I managed a few teams working on the north shore and also east biloxi, before the bridge to ocean springs. "
"It was Labor Day weekend and my husband and I went camping in a tent on Dauphin Island. As we drove onto the Island, we noticed lots of people heading in the opposite direction. We felt safe though because the last broadcast we had heard, the hurricane was heading away from us. Putting up the tent in the wind was almost impossible. We wanted a campfire but did not succeed. We tried to sleep through all the wind and finally gave it up and packed it up.
Apparently, we were one of the last to get off the island before the bridge closed. The bridge was barely visible through the water. As we drove away, we got the updated broadcast that Hurricane Elena had done a 180 degree turn around and was now headed in our direction! Later we found out that the winds on Dauphin Island maxed out at 122 mph and the island was flooded from the hurricane. We felt very lucky that we hadn't been able to sleep that night!"
"I was ten years old when Hurricane Elena hit. I remember the constant hum of the am radio in the background of my house as a constant reminder that something was not right in my peaceful Florida town of Gulf Breeze. I remember preparing for the hurricane all day. While my father put boards on the windows, my mother safely packed our valuables and photo albums, and my brother and I put all of the books in the house on a higher level. My mother instructed me to pack a few things: clothes, toys, and something to keep me occupied for a few days. If we had to evacuate, which I had no idea what that entailed, we were going to have to be away from home for a while. I didn't know what a shelter was, but I had heard that if we had to evacuate, we were to go to my Aunt Linda's place in Pensacola. If it was a toss up between battling out a really bad thunderstorm or visiting my Aunt Linda for a few days, if it were my choice, I would have taken my chances with the hurricane. Aunt Linda's house smelled and she had the largest Palmetto bugs I have seen to date.
As it turned out, we did have to evacuate. Hurricane Elena forced me to go to my Aunt Linda's. The journey there was about as bad as the destination. There is a 3. 5 mile long bridge with a hump that goes from Gulf Breeze to Pensacola. I think that I spent 3. 5 hours on that bridge with the winds blowing at top speed. I was afraid our chocolate brown Volkswagon Bus was going to tip over (Perhaps this is where I got my fear of bridges?). When we finally got to Aunt Linda's, she didn't give us any place to sleep except for on the floor of the living room and on the couch in the living room. With the buzz of the am radio, the wind, and Aunt Linda's constant innane chatter, I didn't get much sleep. I never understood why Aunt Linda didn't just go to bed and let us sleep that night.
We made it through the long night with Aunt Linda, and we were told Hurricane Elena had backed off and shifted course. Yes! We could get out of Aunt Linda's house. And we did, first thing in the morning. When we got home, under advisement of the National Weather Service, we took down our boards and put all our books back on their appropriate shelves. I felt much better; I was glad it was over, but I enjoyed having the small adventure. In life, my father was a meteorologist; he wasn't a meteorologist like you see on TV, but he worked for the military. So, my father instinctively kept the am radio on, buzzing in the background, waiting for any details on Hurricane Elena. I was too tired to let the buzz of the radio keep me awake; I slept like a baby. Well, I only slept like a baby until my mother woke me in the middle of the night and told me we had to evacuate, to Aunt Linda's, again. Dad boarded up all the windows again in the dark, mom packed up the valuables, and my brother and I picked up all the books and put them on higher shelves.
We went to Aunt Linda's again. This time we were not as tolerant with Aunt Linda's nocternal friendliness. We all just wanted to rest. The buzz of the am radio was comforting compared to Aunt Linda's constant chatter. I remember I was curled up on the couch--Aunt Linda wouldn't give me the whole couch--my brother was draped over a folding chair, Dad paced with a cigarette by the window, and mom collapsed on the floor in front of the radio. I had finally fallen asleep when I heard the loudest thumping I had ever heard in my life. I thought, "Oh, my God! The hurricane is going to take me! The roof is coming off!" No, nothing that serious. My mother was making the noise. I asked her what she was doing and why she woke me. She told me it was nothing and to go back to bed; she was just killing a bug. That must have been some bug because she just kept pounding for ten more thumps after her initial ten. Whatever bug that was, I was glad it got my mother instead of me, and I am glad she killed it; bugs like that are not safe to having roaming around Florida freely.
After another long night at Aunt Linda's, the National Weather Service, a group I had learned to associate with irritation, had told us to go home again. I was not as elated as the first time we got to go home, but relieved all the same. When we got home this time, we left everything where it was, and we got some much needed sleep. The next day we had to clean our house as well as all the tree debris. Damn hurricane! Elena ruined my Labor Day weekend. Needless to say, none of us were interested in spending any time with Aunt Linda in the forseeable future.
That was my first and worst experience with a hurricane. Hurricane Elena was a double-take for my family and I. Right then and there I understood why hurricanes were named after people: only people could have so much fun making people evacuate twice to their horrible Aunt Linda's, where only the Palmetto bugs are welcome. The point is that while a hurricane may not be as scary as a tornado, all of the side effects make a hurricane equally traumatic, that is if everyone has an aunt like Linda. "
"I was only 10 years old when Hurrican Elena hit the MS Gulf Coast. My family and I "rode out the storm" in our Gulfport home. I remember the howling winds and the weird yellowish haze and eerie calm her eye brought. I remember watching tree limbs fall and blow across the sky and hearing the scariest sound of my life.
The roaring of a Tornado through our neighborhood, demolishing some homes but thankfully sparing most. After the storm, we were miserable with no electricity. Meals consisted of canned foods and bottled water. Thank heavens my parents were hurricane veterans, having lived through the notorious Hurricane Camille. We were prepared and very lucky. We only suffered the inconveince of loss of power and some damage to our roof, above ground pool and the yard."
"I was at Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi Mississippi when Elena hit. Everyone acted like it was a normal thing to happen so I didn't worry. They didn't even cancel classes. We had to march to class, in formation in a hurricane! People were getting blown sideways and were holding on to others just so they wouldn't get blown over.
The wind and rain were amazing. There was some damage to the base so classes did finally get cancelled and I spent the week putting temorary roofing on hangars. That was a little more dangerous considering they were ancient and had huge rotten spots that my feet kept going through. Looking back, it was a blast! Wasn't a whole lot of fun at the time though."
"One thing I remember about hurricane Elena. . . . I was born during it! My mom was put in a room with 4 other ladies having babies and the hospital was also a shelter so it was jammed. :-D"
"I remember evacuating for Elena not once but twice from my hometown of Panama City. I was a very naive and scared pre-teen at the time and Elena is my first recollection of having to evacuate for a hurricane. We were spared in Panama City, but Elena will always stick out because of the dancing it did in the Gulf. We evacuated to a small town in Alabama the 2nd go-around and the highlight of that trip was my mother being interviewed on the local Alabama news at our hotel. Elena was the news story of the country at the time. "
"As Hurricane Elena began heading toward the Tampa Bay area, I was working the evening (3-11 pm) shift in Admitting at a local hospital. The hospital mandated that it was "all hands on deck, " so I could not leave. My husband and I lived with our four children in a trailer, so were among the first to be evacuated, but I could not even be there to help! He took the children, ages 9, 7, 5, and 8-month old infant, to my sister and brother-in-law's close by, but in a higher evacuation zone. I remember the disbelief as Elena aimed straight for us, then stalled, then headed away, then apparently headed back again as it circled around. That, combined with lack of sleep, missing my family, especially my breastfed infant, being at the bustling hospital working triage around the clock, hearing news of tornadoes spawned by the winds, and more, created such a surreal feeling. The track of Elena is still one of the weirdest hurricane paths I have ever seen; and we see plenty nearly every year.
As I write this (September 10, 2004) we are waiting to see what Hurricane Ivan will do. A few weeks ago Hurricane Charley was headed straight for us, and we were under a mandatory evacuation. We went to a hotel on I-4 in Orlando, only to have Charley veer and head straight for us. We watched the hurricane from the fifth floor; it was the eve of my grandson's ninth birthday. A few days ago, Hurricane Frances ripped right through, and we are still reeling and weary from that. I still wouldn't live anyplace else: Florida is my home! "
"I was only ten at the time, but I remember Hurricane Elena well. We lived in Louisiana, and had been watching the storm's progress as the weekend approached. When Friday arrived, and it seemed that it was going to make landfall in Florida, we went ahead with our Labor Day camping trip plans. We had a fun filled weekend at a campsite near Hammond, Louisiana. The day we were scheduled to leave it was a little cloudy and a little rainy.
My dad commented that the clouds looked rather like the outer rain bands of a hurricane (but that was impossible, Elena would have been in Florida by now). We decided that the weather wasn't conducive to sticking around, so we packed up fairly quickly and started for home. When we turned on the radio, we got quite a shock. We found out that the clouds were indeed the outer rain bands of Hurricane Elena, and that the eye was going to make landfall, shortly in western Mississippi."
"I was 12 years old when Elena hit. I lived in Tampa near Bayshore Boulevard and our house was under water. At about one in the morning the police came and woke the street up forcing us to evacuate in less than 5 minutes. It was quite a smelly flood!"
"I have just been through Hurricane Frances, and not so fond memories of Hurricane Elena came flooding back. I lived in Oceans Springs, MS next door to Biloxi. The eye had come right over house. We had evacuted to Jackson, MS, and we weren't sure what we were coming home too. I remember pulling up in the driveway, and we had no yard. It was coverd waste deep in debris, and power lines were down everywhere.
The sound of chain saws could be heard everywhere. I remember we had rescued a baby squirrel who became our pet for a few days, and then we let him go. We were without power for ten days. A tree had fallen from our yard into our neighbors house. They were gracious about it, stating that their homeowners would take care of it. All in all, everything came back to normal as it is now with the aftermath of Frances. Even though I've been hit twice with major storms, I wouldn't live anywhere else."
"We lived in Gautier, MS at that time (I was 11 then) and stayed in town during the storm. My father was the local Kmart manager and so we stayed in the building with another family. It was the most terrifying event of my life (and the longest night too). Our building suffered only minimal destruction whereas the shopping centers to each side of ours was devastated. And the same with the mobile home park we lived in. I still remember vividly when we went home to see what was left, passing all the homes that were destroyed. Thankfully our home was still intact with only one gash in the front where something had slammed into it. Needless to say there were many things for my brothers and I to discover once we began roaming around our yard afterwards. "
"What a way to end summer vacation! My family spent the month of August at our Gulf front condo on Indian Shores, Fl. As a pubesent 16 year old, it seemed a joke, "I am not leaving" was my naive response to evacuation orders given first on television and eventually by local police. This was the last three days of my summer vacation and being labor day weekend, it was always the most eventful. I just wasn't ready for the long drive back up to Toronto and going back to school.
Thankfully my father had more sense than I, and ordered me to pack some clothes and get in the car! We were directed to a local middle school not more than five miles from the shore, but on higher ground. As we entered the shelter, people were already settled in with coolers, sleeping bags and transitor radios. The hallways of the school were narrowed with evacuees flanking either side, grim looks on there wrinkled faces. Eventually we ended up on the school's theatre stage looking out at a full audience. We found a spot on the stage and 'set up camp. ' As more people arrived, we all tried to make room for them. I spotted a Grand Piano on the stage covered with a thick tufted blanket. I crawled through the people and climbed on top. That was my bed for three days.
If someone had told me how long we were going to be in there for I would have gone crazy. But after meeting some locals who attended the school and had also been evacuated, my labor day weekend party had begun. We had a blast inside while Elana had a blast outside. The National Guard was there helping out however they could, somehow managing to get over 100 pizzas for us all. They would update the hurricanes' status from time to time and groans from the crowd echoed the halls when tornadoes were cited in the area. My new friends and I just kept on having fun, almost forgetting what was going on outside.
When Elena finally decided to move on, we were cleared to return to our homes. I said my goodbyes and exchanged addresses with my friends and promised we would see each other next year. We got in the car and started what should have been a short drive back to the condo. Traffic on the bridges was bumper-to-bumper and the 10 minute drive turned into an hour. I saw some downed trees and damaged signs, but nothing could prepare me for what was to come. Making the turn onto Gulf Blvd. , I saw something that I never thought I would see in Florida. . . snowplows were plowing the road, not snow of course, but sand. There was at least three inches of beach covering the roads and water from the gulf to Boca Ciega Bay. When we pulled into the parking lot at the condo, I noticed the pool first, but only the pool was there. The deck of the pool had been crushed to pieces. The beach was gone and the waves were still pounding what was left of the sea wall. I couldn't believe the damage that was caused even though we did not feel the full force of the hurricane, and now have a tremendous respect and fear of these deadly storms.
I now realize how fortunate we were not to be in the direct path of the storm and my heart and prayers go out to those who have recently lost their homes from Hurricanes Charley, Frances and Ivan (2004), and to those who have yet to experience a hurricane, I hope you never do, but please take the warnings seriously.
--M.A.M. - Mississauga, On
"I lived in Pinellas County, Florida when Elena was looming in the Gulf of Mexico. My Mother, Father and I were evacuated because we were in a low lying area. We went to my sister's house, who was on higher ground. I will never forget that hurricane. I always thought it would be kind of neat to experience hurricane. Boy, was I wrong! The hurricane was 100 miles out in the gulf, and the wind was unbelievable! I couldn't even open my sister's front door! I worked at Publix at the time, and every time the doors would open, us cashiers would get soaked with rain.
So, don't ever think getting a hurricane would be exciting!"
"Hi my name is Alana, and I was told by my dad that I was born under the eye of hurricane Elena. I was born in Jackson, MS on September 4, 1985, and it was on that day that the doctors told my father, that the low pressure from Elena caused my mom to go into labor with me. When I was finally born, my parents decided to name me after the very Hurricane that helped bring me into this world. I know that my name isn't spelled the same way, but that is because my mother liked the spelling Alana, instead of Elena. And although my name is spelled differently, hurricane Elena is, in part, responsible for my birth. I have become a rare example of how a hurricane can sometimes help create, rather than destroy. "
"My parents moved to St. Petersburg, FL in 1973 and then I graduated from high school in June 1985 and remember this as being the 1st real hurricane threat to the Tampa Bay Area. The Hurricane made that weird turn towards Tarpon Springs and stalled out. I remember my favorite beach, Pass-A-Grille Beach being totally washed out so much that the coastal road next to it only had the Northbound lane left. the Southbound lane was gone. My father decided to take a drive around St. Petersburg at high tide and the tidally affected drainage ditch along 16th Street N. from 62nd Avenue N. to 77th Avenue N. was so flooded that we could only go North as the Southbound lanes were lower and completely underwater.
Later my best friend, Michael Proctor, from my recent senior year at Keswick Christian School, found work jacking up sagging floors and their beams in beach cottages that had been drenched by flooding and were sagging (no basements in FLA, just a tiny crawl space between the sand and the sagging wooden floor beams of older cottages). Apparently he was lying on his back in the wet sand with one of those lights with the metal protective hood attached to an extension cord, only the protective metal covering was missing and the lightbulb broke and he was electrocuted when it contacted the wet sand where he was laying under the house. Having just graduated, along with myself, a few months earlier, I remember that Keswick Christian School brought a busload of younger students to the funeral. That sucked that he died because of Hurricane Elena!"
"Nobody in Tampa thought much about Elena until she took a hard right turn and started heading straight for us. I was with a group of teachers at happy hour to kick off the Labor Day weekend when we saw it on the news. We headed home to "get ready, " but being fresh from the Northeast, all I knew to do was fill the tub with water and make masking tape designs on the windows.
I had two girlfriends in evacuation zones, so they came to stay at my apartment. One knew "this guy Mark" who lived in the same complex. She invited him and a few mutual friends over for a Hurricane Elena party. We all went across the parking lot to Save and Pack to get supplies--beer, chips and our token healthy food item, a loaf of bread.
How many games of Monopoly can you play in one weekend without losing your mind? What makes Elena special, though, is that Mark and I met and were married April 1st, 1986.
It's amazing that almost exactly 20 years later, another hurricane is in the gulf. This time, even though Katrina doesn't look like she'll visit Tampa, we're ready with storm shutters, a generator, plenty of canned goods and bottled water. (Yes, I know, we're old and boring now. ) And there aren't any people I'd rather have a hurricane party with this time than Mark and our two daughters."
"I was going through Air Force Tech School at Keesler AFB in Biloxi at the time. After multiple false alarms and formations to go to the base shelters, the final alert found my group of friends at the Suds-N-Cinema near the mall. We quickly caught a cab back to base and formed up to march to our shelter (Thompson Hall). Some people were getting pizzas delivered while we marched across the base, which would be like gold later. I remember being pretty scared as even these concrete bunker-like buildings seemed to be rocked by the hurricane winds, only broken up by the brief period when the eye passed over.
After it was done, the real work began. All base personnel in student status were assigned to help clean up in all the nearby communities. All day, every day cutting up trees and loading them on flat-bed trucks. We had only water and Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) for 1 or 2 weeks in some of the hottest weather I had yet seen. When they finally got the chow hall on base up and running, my first non-MRE meal was powdered eggs and chili-mac. The eggs were slightly off color, but it tasted great to me. There was still a tree sticking down through the skylight in the center of the chow hall as a reminder of the recent damage.
Eventually, we got running water and electricity back in our dorms, and we were allowed to complete our training and move on. I received the Air Force Humanitarian Service medal for my efforts. It was an experience I'll never forget. "
"I was six years old when Elena hit Gulfport, Mississippi. My Father a Lt. Col. in the Airforce came home one day and informed us all that we would be driving to another families house that evening because a hurricane was coming. I remember asking what a hurricane was and why we had to go. My parents told me it was the most powerful thing on the planet and that it would come and take away our home and us if we didn't get away from it. My two brthers and I were terrified. Our home was a three room ranch style, and we had what then seemed like an enormous backyard.
The yard had trees of all kinds, particularly those suited for climbing. As a matter of fact us kids loved those trees more than anything. You could always find one of us out in a tree at some point during the day. Well we left for the Dudleys house thinking that we'd never see our home again. Well there was a false alarm and so we went home that night nd the next night we headeds for the Keseler Medical Center on the base.
My folks told us that the buildings there were hurricane proof and that we would be safe there. When we arrived, I remember my parents getting intop a huge fight over the living accomodations. The officers weren't allowed to have their families stay with them in the their quarters so my mother and two brothers and myself were being placed in a tiny room with four black men sitting around playing cards. Suffice to say that she wasn't having it and then Mr. Dudley who turned out t be my Dads commanding Officer came to the rescue and granted us perission to stay in the Officers' offices. We did and and all was well till an alarm went off at three in the morning because a tree had been thrown into the Hospital and knocked down a wall.
My dad was a medical officer and so he had to jump up and run to the scene while we all wondwered what was going on outside. When my dad came back he told us the story about the tree and then took us to a room in the hospital that must have been soe kind of storage rooom where high on the wall was a window about six inches thick. we took turns crawling up ontop of a filing cabinet to look outside and see what was going on outside. I'll never forget the images of the tree's being blown down and the debris being flung around. Stuff that your not used to seing be blown around was flying through the air as though it were weightless. The storm eventually passed and those of us at the base who wanted to risk it were allowed to leave and head home or to what was left of them. When we got back we as a family had much to be greatful for. Our dog Hika was OK after weathering the storm in our garage. Our home was for the most part liveable.
But I remeber crying everytime we went outside because our backyard had suffered the most. In the south we have lots of tall southern pines just these enormously tall and precariously made trees that tend to break because they are so long and skinny. Well those had all broken and the y had fallen on our home and the trees that were well suited for climbing. I cried for hourss about it but after being comforted and reassured that our tree's had simply moved on I was OK. Anyway there was wa new adventure to it all for us kids who were there. The swamps had deposited a million and half tadpoles in our backyard which now looked more like a rice patty. So we rand around with cups scooping up the water with the 20 or so tadpoles swimming in it. We actually kept 10 or so and got towhach them turn into frogs. It was a pretty memorable experience. Where as we were lucky the folks of the gulf really are in a bad way and I hope they know that we're all praying for you and hope you coke to better days soon."
" My sister (18 years) and I (15 years) went to Gulf Shores Alabama from Birmingham to visit friends and enjoy a few days on the Gulf, oblivious to the fact that a hurricane (Elena) was approaching. Our friends, were locals and lived about 1/2 mile from the beach, in what seemed to be a shack convinced us to ride the Hurricane out.
The Police ordered the evacuation and the locals mention ones mother is an kindergarten teacher in a small block building about 1 mile inland and we can shelter there, off we go.
The hurricane came after dark so I have no real visual of it but I definately remember the truly howling winds and torrential rains. The little building held up fine, though we didnt sleep much (local fellows had a healthy supply of alcohol).
Overall not a bad experience though I probably would stay home now, I like my sleep. "
Track of Elena.
Courtesy of NOAA
Date(s): August 28 - September 3, 1985
Location: Gulf of Mexico