- February 12, 2025
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Hurricane Milton ripped the carports like piece of cloth at Sarasota Harbor West.
Photo by Staff photoPieces of carport dangle like piano keys at Sarasota Harbor West.
Photo by Staff photoThe rising waters from Hurricane Milton pushed sailboats and power boats aground at Sarasota Harbor West.
Photo by Staff photoRemnants of a carport at Sarasota Harbor West.
Photo by Staff photoHurricane Milton toppled the grand ficus trees at the entrance to Plymouth Harbor.
Photo by Staff photoLike a toppled lampstand on its side are the roots of one of three grand ficus trees at Plymouth Harbor.
Photo by Staff photoMike Regnier's American flag stood the test of Hurricanes Helene and Milton in the 400 block of S. Monroe.
Photo by Staff photoDror Mizrahi, owner of the Cotton Club of St. Armands for the past 20 years, lost most of his merchandise in Hurricane Helene. Hurricane Milton, he said, was not as bad. "We'll get over it," he said. "Thank God we're alive."
Photo by Staff photoA front loader clears a layer of sand from Ben Franklin Drive on Lido Key, leftover from Hurricane Helene.
Photo by Staff photoThe sand pushed ashore during Hurricane Helene gives credence to the Sandcastle Hotel.
Photo by Staff photoThe Ringling Bridge reopened Friday morning. As you coasted down the bridge over the speed limit, the expanse before you seemed normal — and then it wasn’t.
A boat aground at Bird Key Park — a typical post-hurricane sight. Twisted pool screens on homes to the left. Typical.
Front loaders were moving sand on the compromised northern span of the Coon Key Bridge. Long-timers always knew it was a matter of time before something like that occurred.
Altogether — not all that bad.
And then …
The twisted white aluminum catch your eyes. Carport roofs, some hanging like large piano keys, some gnarled into the shape of Dot’s pretzels, resting on top of a few cars at the Sarasota Harbor West condominiums.
Residents’ sailboats and power boats sat tilted on the ground, lifted to land from their moorings.
Across the street, the grand ficus trees that graced the entrance to Plymouth Harbor lay on their sides, with their 10-foot high roots sticking up like toppled lamp stands.
This was only the beginning of the ravages of Hurricanes Helene and Milton.
On Thursday, a tour of Siesta Key revealed street after street after street of old and new vacation cottages and homes abandoned and beaten, with mounds of the rotting remnants of Hurricane Helene tossed into front yards. Milton added a punishing frosting to the disaster with felled palm trees and broken limbs from decades-old trees strewn about.
Friday’s tour of the residences of St. Armands and Lido keys, the beachfront resorts and St. Armands Circle was a similar photograph. But to the good, the damage was not quite as bad and extensive as Siesta Key in terms of the number of homes flooded from Helene’s surge and Milton’s winds.
Dror Mizrahi, owner of the Cotton Club of St. Armands, a women’s clothing store, was swooshing the layer of muck from the back of the store to the front.
“Helene was worse,” he said. “The fourth time, fourth time,” he said, noting his 20 years of operating on St. Armands Circle.
Helene pushed four feet of water into the store. “It destroyed everything,” he said.
With Milton, Mizrahi put what remaining merchandise he had high on shelves and covered in plastic. This time around, the water was half or less as high as it was with Milton.
“What are you going to do?” he asked. “Thank God we’re alive. We’ll get over it.”
South of St. Armands Circle, in the 400 block of South Monroe, William J. Quinn, former chief for the Sarasota Manatee Airport Authority, picked up pieces of debris, a man alone in his disaster and admittedly dejected.
“Thing were going great,” Quinn said. He had retired recently after 43 years in the county’s fire department. “Then five days before (Helene), I find out I have head and neck cancer,” he said. “Then this.”
Three feet of Helene’s surge destroyed the interior of Quinn's home. Milton just added to the misery.
Traveling south on Ben Franklin Drive, a front loader roared and beeped as its driver scooped the leftover layer of sand from the road. Just beyond stood the sign for the Sandcastle Hotel.
You had to admit, it was funny to see 4-foot mounds of sand from Ben Franklin Drive piled in front of the Sandcastle.
This article has been updated to correctly identify William J. Quinn. He was misidentified as Mike Regnier in a previous version.