The storms have made their annual move to points north, and the final few pinwheeling lows are churning up the last great supercells of 2008 across the moisture-laden fields of the Canadian-American border country. It's time for me to look back at the season and do some reminiscing.
My first official chase of the year was on
May 2, 2008. I was disorganized (typical for first chases of the year). The storms were powerful that night, but generally non-productive. It was a good event for the first chase of the year.
Next came
May 10. The Picher, Oklahoma storm stood as an effective barrier for most chasers trying to make an attack from the north this day. As a large, destructive tornado was forever destroying the small town of Picher, not five miles north there was one of the most glorious rainbows I've ever witnessed. This event was unique in that I saw a
tornado without realizing it at the time. It was clearly visible in my video later, however. Distractions kept my attention off of it. This terrible event claimed many lives, including that of storm spotter Tyler Casey, as he was performing his duties on behalf of his neighbors. It also brought out the best in storm chaser Mike Scantlin, who went out of his way to help people in need that horrible night.
On
May 23rd, I took the Welch family on their first official chase experience. We saw a brief tornado northeast of Ness City, Kansas. But the real show came a bit later, as we endured the first of three major wind events for me this year ... the 80 mph RFD fest near the reservoir.
My favorite day by far was
May 29th. Scott Currens and I were first knocked around pretty good by the Kearney, Nebraska monster ... and then privileged to witness one of the sky's great wonders of the year between Tipton and Glen Elder, Kansas. Multiple voritices danced in front of us as we sat in awe, watching. It was amazing. Scott, I hope you and I will chase together again.
On
June 5th, Jay Antle and I played tag with several supercells that were moving at hyper speeds across the Kansas countryside. We sampled three cells, including one that produced reports of tornadoes southwest of Manhattan. In the end, the sky beat us to death, but it was still interesting.
Next up was another memorable night for me ...
June 11th. Brian Stertz and I were first assaulted by a very close lightning bolt emanating from the core of the storm that had previously chewed up the town of Manhattan. We were very close to Circleville/Soldier, Kansas. The lightning convinced us to back out to Holden, where we sat in eerie silence as the town went dark and got quiet before we witnessed a large tornado off to the northeast. This tornado took a life in Solder, where we had been just minutes before. Other storms this fateful night claimed the lives of little boys camping in the summer. What a tragic evening.
That was my last official tornado chase for the spring season, followed by two lightning chases. I imagine that I'll continue to head out to get lightning as the summer goes on, and then there's fall to look forward to. It's been quite a year.
Storm master, poet and philosopher David Hoadley says it in a way I just can't.
As he relates, storm chasing is the:
experience of something infinite, a sense of powers at work and scales of movement that so transcend a single man and overwhelms the senses that one feels intuitively (without really seeking) something eternal -but ephemerial- almost a conscious thought, but just below the surface. As when a vertical 50,000' wall of clouds glides silently away to the east (intermittent, distant thunder) and goes golden in a setting sun against a deep, rich azure sky, one can only pause and look and wonder.