Darrin Rasberry
Bit on the northern storm in Iowa today from its birth, since we were sitting right there near Dows and thought it looked better initially on radar anyway. It developed a wall cloud within minutes and ended up looking as menacing as I'd ever seen, but it didn't produce. We were captivated by this storm's structure and weren't aware of Charlie eating everything else and turning absolutely awful until our severe wx sounded. Since Waterloo is Craig's hometown, we dove south to do an intercept, but when we got to the northern part of the Waterloo area, we stopped - stunned - on the side of the road and waited for it to pass. It was a truly menacing monster, and the gamble to not core the thing paid off, since we passed a truly awful scene at a mobile park minutes later down the road (an EMS was heading to the area, so we continued).
We trailed the storm on the southern end for quite a while. We knew destruction was going on and we knew a tornado should have been right there in sight, but we could see nothing. The storm - full of swirling edges, odd structure, and just plain tar-black evil - built itself south over our road and eventually convinced us to head south, alongside fifty or so cars evacuating from the towns of Strawberry Spring on down.
After hearing of the deaths, we had a pretty miserable ride home. We stopped to attempt to unwind with the TOR-warned Tama storm, and witnessed a brief funnel and some kitty-litter sized hail. Since then it's been one of those endless, sleepless "should I give up chasing after this horror" nights for me, even though I'm on little sleep and am exhausted after four straight days of chasing.
The kind of devastation over the area is one of those things that make you sometimes think twice about chasing - especially when it is over your home turf and you missed it. Makes me wonder if we picked the south storm if we could've saved someone. But we played Charlie on May 10th and missed the Picher storm; this time we played the more favorable northern storm and missed Charlie. It's hard not to fault ourselves, especially given that Craig's hometown got hit, but chasing is sometimes just the "luck" of the draw. You just don't know, and you have to do the best you can when you do know - and that's what we tried to do.
We trailed the storm on the southern end for quite a while. We knew destruction was going on and we knew a tornado should have been right there in sight, but we could see nothing. The storm - full of swirling edges, odd structure, and just plain tar-black evil - built itself south over our road and eventually convinced us to head south, alongside fifty or so cars evacuating from the towns of Strawberry Spring on down.
After hearing of the deaths, we had a pretty miserable ride home. We stopped to attempt to unwind with the TOR-warned Tama storm, and witnessed a brief funnel and some kitty-litter sized hail. Since then it's been one of those endless, sleepless "should I give up chasing after this horror" nights for me, even though I'm on little sleep and am exhausted after four straight days of chasing.
The kind of devastation over the area is one of those things that make you sometimes think twice about chasing - especially when it is over your home turf and you missed it. Makes me wonder if we picked the south storm if we could've saved someone. But we played Charlie on May 10th and missed the Picher storm; this time we played the more favorable northern storm and missed Charlie. It's hard not to fault ourselves, especially given that Craig's hometown got hit, but chasing is sometimes just the "luck" of the draw. You just don't know, and you have to do the best you can when you do know - and that's what we tried to do.
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