John Hudson
EF4
I can't stand it when people who don't chase give me grief because I "whine" and "cry" when things don't go well. The last time I checked, I was the one out there doing the miles, spending the time, the money, not having a life, living in poverty, to chase...while you sat at home in front of a computer watching it all being handed to you on a silver platter, no expenses, no road wear, no life sacrifices. Only desire that isn't quite ambitious or brave enough to be acted on.
Maybe I'm different, I dunno. But the last thing I wanna hear when I get back from a 700-mile bust, *****ing and complaining about it, is some jackhole who sat on his/her arse telling me to stop whining.
That's when I wanna break out the Hamburger Helper glove, and just slap the s**t outta them.
Believe me, I didn't sit on my arse this year, but it has been a long, hard road for a guy who, in most cases, can only watch the screen in envy as the watch boxes blossom on the screen in KS/OK. I'll fill you in....
My first chase of the year was a flight to Kansas City, and a rental car for one week. I was landing just around dinnertime, as the EF4 was pummeling Racine, MO. For the remainder of the week, a nice big ridge moved in. Nice sunny skies, and the only risky moment was when I forgot the sunscreen. Oh well, at least I got to see the supercell from my window seat.
The next chase, I decided to drive all the way from Winnipeg to Hays, KS. That is a long, long freakin' trip. Storms seemed to be firing just ahead of my maximum "range" for a days worth of driving. Tornadoes were on the ground three hours west of Lincoln the night I arrived. It was late evening and getting dark, so I elected to get a hotel room instead of risking falling asleep at the wheel.
The next day in KS was a disaster. I arrived in Hays just before the storms began to fire, and discovered (to my absolute horror) that my aircard was refusing to work. In spite of that, I made it to Ness City, using the weather radio and my GPS as a guide, and got some cool pics of the TIV and DOW, and something that "could" have been a tornado in the distance.
So, while not a total loss, disappointment tainted the whole trip. My wallet just isn't fat enough to head to the Plains in mid April and stay for eight weeks. It sucks to live this far away from the Alley.
Believe me when I say this guys, there's no sour grapes in this post. I just hope you all realize how lucky you all are to live where you do.
John
P.S. Now, could we puh-lease get some Northern Plains activity before the snow falls again?