We lived in Bethel when Gloria hit. I remember that when the eye passed right over the town we stepped outside - it was unnaturally quiet and the sky right above us was blue, while all around us (in the distance) we could see the wind and rain whipping about. We quickly went back inside when the &quot;back end&quot; of the hurrican passed by. We lost power from the hurricane. Afterwards, I remember the sound of all the chain saws as our neighbors started  working on the downed trees - and also the &quot;green&quot; smell of the bruised and stripped trees.