(Gene's alter-ego here.... 8) )
Well this thread's been out here for a while but this is the first chance I've had to actually read it now that we're all coming down from TESSA. I would like to contribute to the discussion, but not in a complicated manner. Sometimes you get entangled in eloquent reasoning when talking about why you did what you did when.....and I don't think any of that would help matters.
Night chasing is one issue, our May 9th 03 OKC tornado chase is another. Normally, I avoid chasing anything at night like the plague. It's not hard to understand why - you can't see storm structure, it's hard to place features, and it's easier to get into trouble. It's also more lonely, somehow.
Would I do May 9th 2003 all over again? No. Did I enjoy it? No. Was I terrified? Yes.
If I could, would I erase it from my memory and make it as if it never happened? No.
Gene and Tim decided to go after this supercell at dark from our home in Norman. Why? Did they want to spot? No. Did they think they were going to see tremendous structure or heart-breaking, high-contrast tornadoes? No. Did they do it to keep people safe in their beds? No, get real. This area is so awash with spotters and chasers that any reporting is becoming obsolete......unless you
don't hear it being reported on the radio.
Gene and Tim decided to go after this storm for one very simple, real reason. An obsession. A love so deep that it can't be eliminated or understood. They live off and for storms (among other things). And a storm looking like that on radar just coming into the western edges of OKC? They were damn well gonna experience it.
Me? I wouldn't have gone after it. Why didn't I stay at home? Because being with them experiencing it is far better than sitting at home worrying about them. That, and I like to think that I have at least a smattering of their type of passion in my own blood....
Scores of chasers got into "trouble" on the night of May 9th 2003 in OKC. Hank Baker saw debris flying.....he was north of our tornado. Dave Gold and SLT sheltered in Cracker Barrell's freezer-room. Some other chasers did what may be considered the smart thing to do and booked east with the meso......they had trees fall on them. I believe we were entirely right and justified in seeking shelter the way we did......I'd rather be hunkered down under concrete girders than trying to take a white-knuckle drive east and get out of it in the pitch black.
Chasing this storm wouldn't have been nearly as possible without one person that night. Bob Conzemius. He was deployed and chasing with the DOWs - and coordinated things masterfully on the radio. He relayed what he was seeing with the DOWs observations to the spotter frequencies which in turn was relayed to anyone listening. His reports probably saved a lot of people (including us) from getting into a helluva lot more trouble. He is a great guy.
What happened happened. We wouldn't have executed the chase if we hadn't thought we were equipped to deal with it and understand it. Like Tim said - we're not proud of what we did. We don't go driving into tornadoes deliberately. On the night of May 9th 2003, we thought we could chase this storm.....and Mother Nature gave us a firm wrap around the knuckles as a reminder of just who is in control.
What did I come away from it with? Well.....very vivid memories. A tanglible experience with a weather phenomenon that will never leave me. A greater respect for what we chase and how we chase it. A greater understanding of just how quickly these storms can change character.........and a bond with Tim Marshall that endures to today and always will. There's a spark when Tim and I meet up or chase together......real friendship......and I don't get that close to many people.
My 0.02,
Karen Rhoden
(Our May 9th 2003 video can be seen on our recently-released DVD, Violent Prairies:
http://www.stormskies.com/ViolentPrairies.htm)