Out on the US Great Plains a gale is brewing and thats enormous word for extreme condition devotees on a tour thats all about evidencing the power of quality up close
Not too many parties go on holiday hoping for bad weather. Here Im surrounded by them. Were at yet another gas station, somewhere in southern Oklahoma. The sunlight is gleaming obstinately; its another beautiful period, apart from a remote, unremarkable course of cumulus congestus, the type youd envision on numerous a summertimes daylight in the UK. It was our second period stormchasing and I couldnt fathom why Roger, our tour commander and a well known figure on the chase circuit, was so fired up by these innocuous-looking heaps of flub. I was soon to learn why. While we do attend them in Blighty, here on the US Great Plains, a tower of cumulus can spawn a demon. And we were about to see its teeth close up.
In the stuffy age-old Readers Digest compendium my grandad caused to me, the most worn of the sheets are the ones about the climate. In particular, one with a photo of the elephants trunk of a squall snaking outlandishly across the Great Plains. From the first time I interpreted that age-old black-and-white photo I wanted to see a tornado.
And now Im here in Oklahoma. The previous daytime Id pictured a handsome supercell thunderstorm spawn some gigantic storm, but no hurricane and my promises were low. I knew enough about them to know they were rare. If I attend a hurricane, I said that day, Ill wear my underpants on my leader. So, we waited in the service station while the team seasoned chasers Roger Hill, Mike Doyle, Bill Rhode, Ryan Shepherdand weather forecaster Justin Noonan from Brisbane, keenly studied the doppler radar prototypes in the van.