as a working class person, my entire life

9 days due to a hurricane. Internet was out for another 5. I also use a CPAP to sleep, so I was mostly awake until we got our generator working on day 3.

I’ve never had any real power.

If you mean electricity: 3 days. Was having to buy bags of ice to keep my fridge cold because it was cheaper than having to replace all the food that would have spoiled if I hadn’t. At least it was in a time where smartphones existed and I can charge it from my car, otherwise I would have been bored as fuck.

3 days

3 weeks without mains. Bad storm, very rural. We ran a generator to keep the freezer and fridge going. Had antique tools to work with so we were fine. Thankfully it took place in the summer.

Intentionally, 9 or 10 days - the longest camping trip I’ve been on (long ago).

Unintentionally, about 30 hours. I’ve been quite lucky.

A weekend. Our power got cut off on a Friday morning and they could only send someone out to reconnect it on Monday evening. Monday was also the start of a week-long hospital stay for me which was inconvenient…

3 weeks after Wilma.

7~8 days while camping (boy scout winter camp).

1~2 during a bad power outage.

15 billion years [1] before I was born

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1.5 days

Two weeks after a hurricane. Couldn’t get out of the driveway for a few days either. Fortunately we were renovating a bathroom and had an empty bathtub in the yard that filled with rain and were able to use a gas stove to boil water.

Week long camping trips mostly.

Otherwise, I was alive during the coal miners’ strikes in the 1970s in the UK which lead to widespread powercuts on a regular basis but I don’t remember them myself. Though I do remember that my parents always kept some candles and a couple of oil lanterns around the house.

one day.

Huge tree fell across our one lane road in the mountains when I was growing up. We had a big snow storm and we got something like 6 feet of snow in two days.

Thankfully everyone out there had wood stoves for heat. Plenty of fresh snow to melt for water. After the snowing stopped everyone trapped behind the fallen tree worked together to cut the trees and get it off the road. It was a pretty big pine tree so it took like 15 people with several chainsaws all day to get it cut apart and off the road.

Still took like a week for a plow to come out and make the road clear enough for the power and telephone people to come out and fix it up for us.

I’ll never forget how unbelievably dead silent it was when I was laying there in 5+ feet of fresh powder. Because the power lines were down there wasn’t even that faint buzz/hum of electricity that you don’t usually notice but it’s always there. Absolute pure silence. You could hear your own heart beating and every little sound your clothing made when you did so much as even breath.

Truthfully I loved that week. The whole family slept in the living room by the fireplace. We had candles around at night since we didn’t have a ton of flashlights and batteries. My mom would send me brother out to get snow with the biggest pot she had. We would like it as high as we could while still being able to carry it. It would melt down to like half the pot haha. We cooked on the wood stove which took some adjustments. I think my mom treind to make spaghetti squash by wrapping a whole squash in foil and tossing inside the fire place on the red hot coals. Ended up burning it pretty badly but we had fun anyway. Played lots of board games and just kinda hung out as a family. Went on some hikes to see what our usual paths looked like with so much snow on them.

10/10 would get snowed in again.