Near Jasper FL, here. From what I can tell, I was just east of the eastern eyewall. This is funny: early in the storm after the winds picked up, it stank strongly of paper mill, the likely culprit being the Perry Buckeye mill 50 miles southwest which was near landfall. A couple hours later the air smelled sassafras-sweet like a sawmill, I guess from the gazillion trees in the churn. By funny, I mean funny-weird not funny-haha.
I went uptown today and a bit north on the highway. I don’t know the minutiae of hurricane destruction, having only suffered the diminished tropical storm conditions from other people’s hurricanes. There’s a lot of what looks like straight-line damage–everything looks ok for a mile or so, then a bunch of trees down for a few hundred yards, repeat. I know it’s not unprecedented, but I’ve never personnally seen an 18" diameter pine trunk twisted nearly 180 degrees before.
Power’s supposed be be back on for the whole county by tomorrow night! I’ve got in a groove managing my little generator and trying to get a cross-breeze in the house.