The storm chase begins to wind down . . .
So, day 10 was not the stormfest that we had all hoped for. It was our best day, but nothing really noteworthy happened. After we were done chasing, we raced ahead of the squall line and beat it to LIncoln, Nebraska, which is where we stayed for the night. We had been in Lincoln maybe 15 minutes when the line caught up to us and soaked us right as we were walking to dinner.
I had hoped to get to visit the University of Nebraska the next morning on our way out and maybe be able to see the football stadium or something cool like that, but we didn't go anywhere near there. Oh well. We headed towards Wichita where we had stayed several nights before. We were all excited about that, because Wichita had been one of the group's favorite previous stops. There was something in our way, though, and it was in a little town called Gas, Kansas (I know, that is an awesome name for a town).
What stood in the way of a relaxing afternoon by the pool in Wichita was another afternoon of waiting in a sweltering park for storms to fire. The parameters for storm development weren't even that great, but we tried anyway. The wait at this park was similar to the ones before except this one was more boring. The highlight of the wait was a funeral we held for a bird that we found near the merry-go-round.
So, no storms ever even tried to develop, and we eventually headed to Wichita. There, we met up with the other storm chase group again, and had a good night with them before they headed back to Starkville. By this time most of the group was about ready to head home. The trip had been a disappointment weather-wise, and we didn't expect it to get any better before we headed home in a couple of days. That said, we had a surprise in store for us during the next day's trip.
Next time . . . on to Elk City, OK . . .
Drew McCombs
ABC 33/40 Weather Intern
abc3340wx2@gmail.com
So, day 10 was not the stormfest that we had all hoped for. It was our best day, but nothing really noteworthy happened. After we were done chasing, we raced ahead of the squall line and beat it to LIncoln, Nebraska, which is where we stayed for the night. We had been in Lincoln maybe 15 minutes when the line caught up to us and soaked us right as we were walking to dinner.
I had hoped to get to visit the University of Nebraska the next morning on our way out and maybe be able to see the football stadium or something cool like that, but we didn't go anywhere near there. Oh well. We headed towards Wichita where we had stayed several nights before. We were all excited about that, because Wichita had been one of the group's favorite previous stops. There was something in our way, though, and it was in a little town called Gas, Kansas (I know, that is an awesome name for a town).
What stood in the way of a relaxing afternoon by the pool in Wichita was another afternoon of waiting in a sweltering park for storms to fire. The parameters for storm development weren't even that great, but we tried anyway. The wait at this park was similar to the ones before except this one was more boring. The highlight of the wait was a funeral we held for a bird that we found near the merry-go-round.
So, no storms ever even tried to develop, and we eventually headed to Wichita. There, we met up with the other storm chase group again, and had a good night with them before they headed back to Starkville. By this time most of the group was about ready to head home. The trip had been a disappointment weather-wise, and we didn't expect it to get any better before we headed home in a couple of days. That said, we had a surprise in store for us during the next day's trip.
Next time . . . on to Elk City, OK . . .
Drew McCombs
ABC 33/40 Weather Intern
abc3340wx2@gmail.com
on June 27, 2006, 11:39 pm
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