We've been lucky this year. The pattern has been active and we've had stuff to chase nearly every day, which is awesome! Unfortunately, that leaves little time to write my blog. I'm doing laundry this morning, so hopefully I have a few minutes to catch up.
After the Moore Tornado day, we headed south and ended up in a town called Rosebud, TX, where we chased a bitty little storm onto a dirt road. It didn't do very much and we let the fairly weak core come over us. As we were waiting for the storm to arrive, I hopped out of the car and snapped a few pictures of the approaching gust front.
Once that was done, we headed north and spent the night in Waco, TX, where we had dinner at Chuy's (yum!) and went back to the hotel and drank beer and watched the Moore video footage.
After leaving Waco, we took a travel day to head to the southern panhandle, and stayed in Wichita Falls since we planned to chase the panhandle the next day. Although we didn't see a tornado, this may have been one of our craziest chase days. We headed west toward Jayton, Texas chasing a tornado warned storm. The storm looked ok on radar so we were hopeful. We tried to get around the storm on a north-south road, but it began to accelerate toward us. The storm was spitting out intense outflow and we began seeing debris in and around the road. The dust started to kick up, decreasing the visibility in the rain even further. Dave and Keith were estimating outflow gusts up to 80mph, so we decided to turn around and let the storm go because it was becoming too dangerous to continue. We couldn't get ahead of the storm, and there was concern that there was a tornado wrapped up in all that mess. About 5 minutes after Ross turned around, a corrugated steel roof came flying toward us and hit the front of the car. We hauled ass out of there as fast as we could and made it to a McDonald's, where we checked out the car and discovered that there was a hole in the front bumper and the headlight lens was shattered. It could have been much, much worse.
We headed up to Liberal, KS, where we stayed at the Super 8 Motel. The reviews were decent on Trip Advisor, so we decided it would be ok. It wasn't. At 2am, I went to crawl into bed, and a cockroach crawled out. Of my bed. A cockroach was in my bed. I screamed and proceeded to stand and stare at the bed for the next 30 minutes until Dave got back from walking the dogs. We switched rooms, and got a terrible night sleep anyway. The next morning, Keith and I go talk to the manager about the incident, and she says, "So, did you, you know, save it?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Did you save it?"
"Did I save the COCKROACH??? NO, I DIDN'T SAVE THE COCKROACH."
"Oh, well usually people would put it in a cup or something."
"No. I didn't do that! It crawled out of the bed and ran away. I didn't chase the goddamned thing! Who does that?"
We wound up getting the room for free, but seriously? I'm still shaking my head about that.