Here is my summary for the masses concerning my jaunt to Oklahoma on Friday, April 9, 2004... feel free to read, delete, and or mock:
It's crunch time at Western Michigan University as the semester winds down/or up (depending on how one looks at it), regardless of that fact, the temptation to chase on my four day weekend (FRI-MON) off from work began stirring following Wednesday's 12Z ETA run. My friend Chris Koetters contacted me around the same time, he whom also had FRI-SUN off from work, was interested in a Friday marathon chase to the Sooner state.
Parameters were marginal for the most part, yet still enough force me to summon the strength and write a single-spaced two page paper on "how to prepare South American potatoes" (for my GEOG 381 course - that's a whole other tale), walk Skyler, my parents Carin Terrier ("toto" style dog), and pack up/depart for Quincy, IL at 6pm ET on April 8. Arrived at Chris's apartment around 11:30pm CT, glanced at email/data, and departed for our overnight quest to Tulsa. While on the road, Chris was treated to my bizarre taste in music, to which I believe once again, I've created yet another Wall of Voodoo fan (Chris I suggest purchasing the album "Call of the West" for your precarious "Mexican Radio" jingle).
Six hours later we arrived in Tulsa after alternating driving back n' fourth, and inhaling some sickly Denny's "Grand Slam" action in Joplin. The decision to forgo a motel for the morning vanished like water vapor, and we continued pressing SW towards Norman. Upon entering northern OKC, I phoned friend and local Norman'ite Bob Conzemius, whom welcomed us to his home for data, coffee, and some light gardening. Arrived at Bobcat's abode around 10am, and began feasting on "YUC"/surface data. Elevated convection blossomed to the S/SE of Norman, which was nice to view while I brushed my teeth using the "water bottle/brush/spit the frothy residue behind Bob's fence" method.
Friend and occasional feline admirer Melissa Moon called me, inquiring about the days chase/and if she and another OU student could chase with Chris and I. This was fine, as we could make the pending days bust into one big intervan shindig, alas; following her 11:30am class... Melissa and Dan the OU mesoscale meteorology man (sorry, your last name escapes me attm) arrived. More data crunching ensued, yet Sydney (Bob's cat) was convinced SPS to Ardmore would be the sweet spot of the day. It was early midday, so lunch transpired ... followed by the most surreal life changing experience I've encountered in Norman to date.
http://www.mammatus.com/TEMPPHOTOS/TAP2.jpg
After physically touching the holy grail of tornado research - "TAP2" - and grabbing a brief photo opp, Chris, Mel, Dan, and I headed back to Bob's. Aight... cut to the chase Naftel...
Summing up, we ping-ponged from Norman to Purcell to Norman to Pauls Valley following SVR warned convection along the warm front. Sat and viewed hazy CU and percolating "beasts" (j/k) to the east of I-35. A tornadic supercell went up approximately 40 miles to our NE near McAlester, but since we were not pulling in Tulsa NWR, and our random nowcasters remained silent, we remained unaware of it's existence until Melissa phoned Scott Blair. We followed a line of high-based CBs east to Ada; then upon realizing catching up to the cell (now moving into Arkansas) would be futile; called the chase off and headed back to Norman.
Bidding our farewells to Mel, Dan, and Bob C, Chris and I "marathoned" it back NE to Quincy overnight.. arriving around 6:30am. Crashed for three hours, then proceeded back to Kalamazoo - arriving at 6pm ET Saturday, 36-hours and 2264.8 miles (RT) to the point where I had left off at on Thursday.
Not disappointed by this chase one bit! It was great to see friends I hadn't visited with in seven months, plus, just being in the presence of "TAP2" must be the same feeling Catholics get when meeting Pope John Paul II.
Many thanks to Scott Weberpal, Doug Kiesling, Bob Conzemius, Mark Sefried, and Scott Blair for nowcast support.
Will Iowa be in my future for next weekend? If I do set foot in the Hawkeye state, chasers far and wide must be forewarned that they will experience a bust if within a 200-mile radius of my presence.
..Blake..