2018--day 11
Friday, 1 June 2018
Nothing so promising as a day with extreme CAPE values (4000+ J/kg). We decided to stay semi-local (i.e., the same state), but then again Nebraska is nearly three times as large as Ireland, so...
We left our hearts in Valentine and traveled southish to Broken Bow, where we launched a sounding, ate lunch at a DQ (made up for losing out in Spearman), and the kids interacted with a cow.
Our forecast paid off, as we were able to catch these cells around Burwell and Taylor, Nebraska. Beautiful structures and some more great mammatus to be had today. There might have even been a tornado--there was dust on the ground, but it was very late and hard to see. Some reports exist, however; I'm calling it a half of a tornado.
The chase 'ended' in a Grand Island (an oxymoron, as it's neither island nor grand) Wendy's, where we met up with other chasers from Ball State (Indiana). My heart goes out to those folks, as that group is out for three (!) straight weeks. One of them said that each chase ages you a year--I liken it to being President of the United States.
Our official last day of chasing ended with us being chased (as it were) by this QLCS (quasi-linear convective system) with a very nicely defined bow echo (note the apex near Lincoln) as we headed east from Grand Island to Lincoln, our temporary home for the night. We were traveling on I80 (the brown line on the image below), and the heaviest precipitation paralleled the highway until we made it to our hotel at 1 am local. Unlike every other hotel at which we stayed, this did not feature an overhang--naturally.
The end result: 491 miles. Do I know how to have fun or what?
Nothing so promising as a day with extreme CAPE values (4000+ J/kg). We decided to stay semi-local (i.e., the same state), but then again Nebraska is nearly three times as large as Ireland, so...
We left our hearts in Valentine and traveled southish to Broken Bow, where we launched a sounding, ate lunch at a DQ (made up for losing out in Spearman), and the kids interacted with a cow.
Our forecast paid off, as we were able to catch these cells around Burwell and Taylor, Nebraska. Beautiful structures and some more great mammatus to be had today. There might have even been a tornado--there was dust on the ground, but it was very late and hard to see. Some reports exist, however; I'm calling it a half of a tornado.
The chase 'ended' in a Grand Island (an oxymoron, as it's neither island nor grand) Wendy's, where we met up with other chasers from Ball State (Indiana). My heart goes out to those folks, as that group is out for three (!) straight weeks. One of them said that each chase ages you a year--I liken it to being President of the United States.
Our official last day of chasing ended with us being chased (as it were) by this QLCS (quasi-linear convective system) with a very nicely defined bow echo (note the apex near Lincoln) as we headed east from Grand Island to Lincoln, our temporary home for the night. We were traveling on I80 (the brown line on the image below), and the heaviest precipitation paralleled the highway until we made it to our hotel at 1 am local. Unlike every other hotel at which we stayed, this did not feature an overhang--naturally.
The end result: 491 miles. Do I know how to have fun or what?
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