Imagine speeding down the highway, o’er amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties. It’s a beautiful day in the midwest: the sun is shining, there’s a slight breeze, and there are a few puffy clouds off in the distance. You are on the cautious lookout for stray cattle that may be loitering in your path. Unless you want hamburger for dinner, then you’d better stay vigilant. That fourth cup of coffee is helping out, for sure.
It’s an hour later. The sun had given up shining long ago, and the slight breeze has picked up to a brisk gale. Those puffy clouds of cauliflour have mutated into black seething anvils of doom and, from the light and sound coming from them, you might even believe that the gods are actually forging steel up there. You still haven’t stopped driving. In fact, you’ve been driving for the past five hours, indeed, the past several days, just to arrive at this moment.
A massive wall cloud drops down right in front of you. The pounding of your heart nearly drowns out the pounding of the hail against your windshield as you pull off the road and turn on your hazard lights. You set up the camera and tripod as you’ve fruitlessly done a hundred times before, yet today’s storm brings a different spectacle. A tornado drops right out of the churning cumulonimbus cloud a mile distant and quickly develops into a well-rounded and very devastating F-3 twister. You have reached… storm-chasing nirvana.
What happens from then on… it defies my explanation, because I haven’t experienced it. Yet this experience (or lack thereof) is what defines this blog. It’s the thrill of the chase, 20th-century style.
So, here we are, the autumn of 2004, and our supplies are as follows:
So! Here we go! Hopefully, when all is said and done, Storm Chase ‘06 (projected date) will have been a huge success. But we’ve got a long way to go.blog comments powered by Disqus