Arrival in Les Cayes
As it happened, the main road was washed out after all, forcing us then to take a different route. Unfortunately, I did not take the opportunity to capture the washout itself, as I was advised against it, and for good reason. About the span of a six-lane freeway across, water was surging through the highway leaving only those with significantly suited transportation, or nothing to lose, to traverse it. Our pickup trucks turned back to find an alternative route, which delayed our arrival. But arrive, we finally did.
The church was a good distance from the southern coastline, and just outside Les Cayes proper, though it still bore the marks from its encounter with the hurricane. The last mile beforehand was a dugout jeep trail with homes, hovels and cemeteries on either side. I'm still not sure what I expected, but what I found were people, in the words of Henley's Invictus, "bloody, but unbowed." This would serve as the first location for the ATR mobile clinic.
The roof itself bore the most damage, though the majority could be seen from the lavatories in the rear where the roof had been completely demolished. Reports from witnesses suggested pieces of corrugated steel had flown from the roof and cut into nearby buildings and livestock. The church pastor reported that much of their livestock did not survive. While reconstruction efforts fell beyond the scope of the medical clinic, it was clear what was at stake. The clinic would take place inside the chapel where the roof remained.