Hurricane Helene in Asheville and Western North Carolina
It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year since Hurricane Helene.
I went through something like this seven years ago, after Hurricane Irma. The pattern is always the same. People come together first. Then once the resources show up, the division creeps back in.
There were warning signs a week out, but almost nobody could picture what was coming. A few of us, the ones who always sound a little pessimistic, were more prepared than most. When the first advisory put Asheville in the cone, I remember thinking, here we go again. We’d barely missed Irma, so I figured this storm would do the same.
Jason Boyer on WLOS said there was a one in a thousand chance this would be worse than anything we’d seen before, and the trend lines kept pointing that way. That’s when I knew flooding was going to be the real story. It brought back old photos from the 1916 flood in N. Wilkesboro, where I grew up.
What follows are my thoughts from the days after the storm hit.
Thursday, September 26, 2024
Thursday morning I drove down Interstate 40 and crossed the bridge over the French Broad at Biltmore Estate. The river was already high at 11 AM, way higher than normal, and the forecasts were calling for record levels. I knew right away this storm wasn’t going to be like the others.
I changed how I prepared. I started getting ready for things I hadn’t let myself imagine before.
When I got to Amboy Riverfront Park, the water was already spilling over the banks. There was a landslide building up behind Cultivate Climbing. The French Broad was creeping into the River Arts District. Every inch of it confirmed what I’d been afraid of.
Friday, September 27, 2024
River Arts District
Friday morning, the rain woke me up at 5:40am, slapping against the windows. It was still dark out, but I could hear the wind tearing through the trees. I checked the radar on my phone and knew the worst was still coming. I got up, made breakfast and coffee, and recorded a video at 8:15am. Power went out around 8:35am. Water around 10:15am. Cell service by 1pm.
I grabbed my first aid kit, my chainsaw, and my camera gear and headed out. My first route out of the neighborhood was blocked, trees down across the lines, so I turned around. I didn’t know it yet, but a landslide had hit on the other side of that tree, and the road at the bottom of our hill was already underwater.
Once I made it out, I got down to Craven Street. The water hadn’t left the banks yet, but it was close. An hour later, the spot I’d first checked was under 6 feet of water. By that evening, it was 27 feet.
I ran down to Riverside Drive and shot video from the intersection of Craven and Riverside. Thirty minutes later, that route was gone too, under 3 feet of water.
Neighborhoods kept flooding. Swift water rescues started. For the next few days, Asheville turned into one big search and rescue effort.
Tunnel Rd + Swannanoa River Road + Asheville Municipal Golf Course
As the Swannanoa started to recede, it fed straight into the French Broad, which runs north through the River Arts District and on up to Marshall. That south-to-north flow was part of what made the flooding so bad. The French Broad picked up more water the further it went, plus everything pouring in from tributaries along Helene’s entire path.
Saturday, September 28, 2024
Biltmore Village + Asheville River Arts District
By Saturday, the water had pulled back enough to walk some of these streets again. Biltmore Village was wrecked, mud and debris everywhere, the bridge still standing but barely recognizable underneath. People were already lining up outside the Moxy, just trying to find a normal moment in the middle of all of it.
Tuesday, October 1, 2024
Swannanoa River Road + Tunnel Rd
After a few days with no power, it came back in West Asheville, along with some cell data. The record water levels had receded by then, and that’s when the real damage came into view. Asheville still didn’t have running water or reliable signal. A lot of people headed downtown just to find wifi.
Downtown Asheville
Downtown became the gathering point once people started running out of supplies. Water trucks showed up, and so did the lines for them. I watched strangers hand water jugs to each other and hug like family. Someone set out a “free coffee” sign next to fruit cups and snacks on a folding table. It was one of the first moments that felt like the city catching its breath.
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Shows and events all over the city were getting cancelled one by one. I saw a handwritten sign on a fence announcing a postponement, simple as that, in the middle of a park that used to be full of people. Outside one building, someone had piled up furniture and what was left of their belongings on the curb, including a guitar that had been sitting in the mud. The sky cleared for the first time in days, which somehow made the damage easier to see and harder to look at.
Wednesday, October 9, 2024
River Arts District – Marquee
A week and a half later, people were still working through what was left of the Marquee galleries with flashlights, since most of the buildings still didn’t have power. I watched someone hold up a hand-painted “Riley Dawson Furniture Boxes” sign they’d pulled out of the mud, trying to save what they could of someone’s work. Shoes were hanging from the power lines outside, and the skate park down the road had a “closed” sign zip-tied to the fence. Despite all of it, a couple of shop owners were back outside their door with a disco ball, smiling for a photo. That’s the River Arts District for you.
Sunday, October 6, 2024
Swannanoa, NC
Swannanoa took some of the worst damage in the entire county. I drove out a week and a half after the storm and the destruction still looked fresh, like it had just happened. This was one of the hardest places to photograph.
Saturday, October 19, 2024
Spruce Pine, NC
Penland School of Craft and downtown
Saturday, October 19, 2024
Yancey County, NC
By this point it had been three weeks since the storm, and Yancey County was still deep in recovery. These photos are from out past Spruce Pine, in the smaller communities that don’t always make the headlines but got hit just as hard.
In the weeks that followed, I shot for a lot of different organizations and outlets. I want to thank Artsville USA especially. They reached out and kept me working for three solid months, and that work was a big part of how I got back on my feet. Elise, Scott, Morgan, Louise, I appreciate you.
Here are a few of the articles I worked on during that time:
Almost 2 years later: my photos are part of the Esri User Conference plenary
About a month ago I got an email from the National Weather Service.
I’ve always called myself a weather nerd, so hearing from them meant something. A selection of my Hurricane Helene photos is being used in the Plenary Session at this year’s Esri User Conference, the opening event for the world’s largest gathering of GIS professionals. About 20,000 people will be in that room.
NWS Chief Scientist Monica Youngman is using Helene as a case study, showing how GIS and AI can turn forecasts into the kind of plain-language warnings that actually get people to act before it’s too late.
Photographing Helene was the hardest thing I’ve ever documented. Having the NWS tell me those images belonged in front of 20,000 people is still sinking in.