The 1977 Atlantic hurricane season had the fewest named storm since the 1965 season, with only six systems reaching tropical storm status. The season officially began on June 1, 1977, and lasted until November 30, 1977. These dates conventionally delimit the period of each year when most tropical cyclones form in the Atlantic basin. The first tropical depression of the season developed 2 days later, on June 3, in the western Caribbean Sea. After a succession of three other tropical depressions, the first named storm of the season, Hurricane Anita, finally became a named storm on August 29 – regarded by the National Hurricane Center as "an extremely late start".
The only notable tropical cyclones of this season were Hurricanes Anita and Babe. Anita struck Mexico as a Category 5 hurricane, bringing strong winds and heavy rainfall. At least 25,000 people were left homeless and 11 fatalities were reported, though the damage toll remains unknown. Babe caused coastal flooding in southeastern Louisiana, resulting in $10 million (1977 USD) in damage. After moving inland, it spawned a total of 14 tornadoes throughout Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi, and South Carolina. In addition to Anita and Babe, five other tropical cyclones – Clara, Dorothy, Evelyn, Frieda, and Tropical Depression Nine – left only minor impacts on land. Overall, the tropical cyclones of the season collectively caused 11 fatalities and at least $13 million (1977 USD) in damage.
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