The sun rose, the morning after the tornado, on a surreal scene.
Canoes -- hundreds of canoes -- were scattered across the north end of St. Peter. Some were 30 feet off the ground, wrapped around trees. Others had been tossed around on the ground, bent and broken, for block after block, new and shiny, reflecting the first rays of daylight.
It looked like a giant had reached into the Alumacraft factory, picked up the canoes and sprinkled them all around.
That's exactly what happened.
Ten years ago today, March 30, 1998, I drove into St. Peter, devastated the night before by a rare March tornado that was one of many powerful funnels to touch down that night, killing two people, injuring dozens and causing hundreds of millions of dollars in damage.
Many called it Minnesota's worst weather event of the 1990s. No one who saw the damage would disagree.
Hundreds of century-old trees and homes were destroyed or damaged. The steeple on the chapel at Gustavus Adolphus College was blown down, and many of the city's other churches were severely damaged. (For a while, Catholics had to share worship space with Lutherans, proving that God works in mysterious ways.)
Eighty percent of the windows at the college, on the hilltop on the west side of St. Peter, were broken, and college parking lots looked like battlefields, with every car shattered by flying shrapnel, including two-by-fours that impaled windshields and car doors. The college, which sustained $50 million in damage, was closed for spring break and the students were gone; if they had been on campus, the toll of dead and injured would have been much higher.