11 May 2014 – The Great Siren Scavenger Hunt

09:00 – Louise, Owen and I meet for breakfast in the hotel. We opt for scrambled eggs (made to order), bacon, sausage, and chocolate milks wash it all down with.

Lids store, Penn Square Mall, Oklahoma City, OK
Lids store (right), Penn Square Mall, Oklahoma City, OK

12:30 (est.) – We had for Penn Square Mall, about 15 minutes away. We strolled the mall, stop in at the Lids store to buy a couple of hats for the trip. We search for a nice sitdown lunch place in the main part of the mall, but discover the food court is nothing but fast food places. Realizing we’re going to get our fill of fast food and convenience store stops over the next 11 days, we opt to move on to someplace else for real lunch.

Open Wide! Hangover Burger at Whiskey Cake Cafe
Open Wide! Hangover Burger at Whiskey Cake Cafe

13:58 – We go over to Whiskey Cake Café (on the southeast fringe of the mall complex) for lunch. It is a little bit of an upscale restaurant (with upscale mall prices). At first I turn my nose up to the beat juice cocktail, but decide on one a little bit later. We have the hangover burger, a brisket burger made California style with a fried egg on it. The hangover burgers are pretty tasty, but I’m not really digging the egg yolk one all over everything. What a mess! Also the burger is so tall, that I’m actually straining to get a bite in my mouth.

14:49 – After lunch we head to the west, in search of a tornado siren. Louise is on a mission! We must find a tornado siren! One would think that finding a tornado siren in Oklahoma would not be a difficult task, but they’re sufficiently camouflaged in an urban setting that it is no small task.

Unofficial State Tree of Oklahoma: the Remote-controlled Tornado Siren
Unofficial State Tree of Oklahoma: the Remote-controlled Tornado Siren

Owen has some instructions to find a siren from one of the servers at the café, so off we go in search of the elusive howler. We end up westbound on Northwest Highway so far west that we actually go past Meridian (due north of the hotel by several miles) and on almost to the point of giving up. We finally reach Rockwell Avenue and turn to the south, our three sets of eyes scanning mirror the treetops intensely. It is actually good practice for scanning the sky later in the trip, so we are not really wasting our time, only spending a little bit of gas money. We go past the apartment complex where our server says there’s a tornado siren, but our scavenger hunt comes up empty. I feel a little stupid: here I am in Oklahoma and I can’t find a tornado siren. Duh!

We decide to continue south, as Louise and I heard them sound at noon on Saturday. When we get to Reno Avenue and Rockwell, we spot a very large tornado siren at the gas station on the corner. We park the car, take a few pictures of “the official Oklahoma State tree, ” (siren) and head back to the hotel. Mission accomplished!

 

16:04 – After a quick detour to fill the car with gas, we return to freshen up a little before our 5 PM meeting. Our tour guide, Bill Reid, has invited us together to potentially do an extra chase before the tour starts officially tomorrow. There is a chance that western Oklahoma may see some storms, but the real action is up around eastern Nebraska, where intense line of storms is charging at Omaha.

17:00 – A handful of us meet in the lobby to discuss the weather in western Oklahoma. While the weather models broke out potential severe storms earlier in the day, the updated models are a lot less encouraging.

We are victims of bad timing. The day between two tours is the day that storms fire and the whole string of tornado reports come in to the southwest of Omaha, about five or six hours drive to our north. Video from the television seems to indicate there isn’t a lot to look at, but just the same, we would love to be around Omaha now instead of stuck in Oklahoma City waiting for the changing of the guard.
Even if everybody was already here, it’s really too far to go to see the storms, given that we’re spending the night in Oklahoma City. No sense wearing out the drivers for the tour before we really get started, right?

This is not an unusual situation, as the weather is always active in the midsection of the country in May. I’m not taking it personally, but this is a little bit difficult given that last year we didn’t see very much, and for the next few days the prospects of severe weather are not very good. Why am I spending my hard-earned money to see nothing, spending thousands of dollars on camera and computer gear only to have it sit idle. This is frustrating part of chasing: all the preparation is done, but there’s nothing to see. To put it another way: we are ready to rock, but there’s no dance music.

After some discussion, and even sitting in the van for a little bit to look at the radar and extended models, we decide to stay in Oklahoma City. In the words of Porky Pig, “Nothing to see here, move along.”

18:00 – According to the NAM and GFS models, we are not going to have very much to look at for the first few days of the tour, so we decided to just get a good night’s sleep. Perhaps the weather pattern will be more active leader in the tour.

19:00 – I decide to take a little bit of a nap. I wake about four hours later. This would be a time I normally be going to sleep but I’m a little bit awake right now. What to do?

23:00 – My room is freezing! I’m not real impressed with the thermostat that runs the hotel register. I tweak it up to 74 and try to go back to sleep. Hope I don’t get too much sleep that’s almost worse than not enough. Looking forward to tomorrow being a better day.

10 May 2014 – To the Field

0530 – alarm goes off. “This is vacation?”

0600 – airport limo arrives. 1 passenger and four bags to O’Hare.

0644 – Arrive at O’Hare. My driver, Chip (short for Chiprian, a classic Romanian first name) helps me unload, runs my credit card ($56) for the fare, accepts my tip — I always try to do cash, because it is more helpful to drivers, as a rule — and I roll off to check two of my bags.

0700 – After a bit of fumbling and stumbling, my bags are checked in. I was so tired I almost left my boarding pass at the check-in kiosk! The upside: I got a TSA pre-pass. Not having to unpack my laptop, remove my shoes, etc. is really helpful in the pre-coffee hours of the morning.

0930 – we board the plane for OKC.

1015 – Tons of cumulus humilis are bubbling up to my west.

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1115 – We lower to 5,000 feet, where we get a good look at the read clay soil of Oklahoma. The haze to the west clearly shows lot of moisture in the air.

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1120 – Wheels down at Will Rogers Airport in OKC.

1200 – I arrive at the Holiday Inn as the local tornado sirens blare under blue skies. Is this a typical Saturday lunch signal, a personal welcome, or wild coincidence.  I choose to take it as a good omen that our chase team will have a successful journey.  I text Louise to alert her to her arrival; she replies that she’ll be down to the lobby in about ten minutes.

1210 – Louise Anderson and I meet for the first time.  She is a quiet person with a bit of a Mona Lisa smile and a gentle demeanor.  We chat for a moment.  She’s had lunch already, but I’m  famished.  She decides to tag along while I grab a bite to eat at a nearby Subway sandwich shop to the west.

1254 – I grab a quick BLT footlong, thinking we will be going out toward El Reno to find the Twistex Team Memorial. When I mention that I also want to stop at a good camera shop Louise suggest we doubled back to the hotel so we can get her camera. I gladly agree, because it makes good sense to have your camera along with when you go shopping for accessories. We double back.

1320 (est.): We depart the hotel for El Reno, cameras in hand.

1350 (est.) – We exit I-40, southbound. We wander around just within a 2 mile radius of US 81 sticking mostly so the roads west of US81. We based our advice on a news article on channel 9, which as it turns out had east and west mixed up. We spent probably an hour wandering around looking for the memorial. We finally mosied up to a Days Inn and ask for directions.

1505 (est.) – We finally find the memorial, just east of the corner of Reuter and Radio Roads (approximately N35.479035, W97.898345).

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Louise and I feel a strange mix of emotions. We’ve successfully found this treasure (despite a bit of misdirection from the Channel 9 video about the location being two miles west of US81, when it is east of that highway). We are also on the most hallowed ground of the storm chaser community.

Three of the most respected storm researchers to ever tail twisters lost their lives here.  This location is somewhat desolate,  with only the hum of tires from I-40 (a mile and a half to the north) to tie the place to civilization; it seems like an especially lonely place to die.  Here, there are wreaths, flowers, a “pocket tornado” novelty, various chaser knick-knacks and some jagged pieces of automotive plastic that hint at the brutal pounding the chase team’s Chevy Cobalt must have endured.  It is a very sobering reminder of how dangerous it is to chase storms.  It is a tribute to the dedication of Tim Samaras, Paul Samaras, and Carl Young to better understanding of severe weather.

Team Twistex Memorial (approximately N35.479035, W97.898345)
Team Twistex Memorial (approximately N35.479035, W97.898345)

1520 (est.) – We depart the Team Twistex Memorial.

1545 (approx.) – We arrive at Yukon. After a few minutes of wandering about, we visit Hank Baker at Baker Photo & Video. Hank runs a really well-equipped Canon/Nikon photo store (though he carries a few other brands). It has become my new Oklahoma home for photo equipment, to cover lost or damaged equipment, and hopefully some new gear someday soon. Hank always greeted us as if we were his long-lost friends or best neighbors, which is another good reason to shop there. Louise and I only picked up a couple of small items (lens cap keeper, UV filter, and various odds and ends). We may not spend as much money as some of his best customers, but he always treats us is if we were his #1 customers walking through the door. Such is the camaraderie amongst storm chasers.

1617 – We depart Yukon, re-entering eastbound I-40.  While looking for the location of the Sam’s Club, I look down at the wrong moment.  Suddenly the car is centered on an exit ramp for the Kirkpatrick Turnpike.  Embarrassed, I ask Louise if she has 35 cents change.  After the first convenience store stop of the tour, I’d already have an inconvenient supply of quarters and dimes, but it’s too soon.  Fortunately, she has change.  A quick Jordanesque dunk shot at the toll gate, and we’re off! We wander east on US66/OK66 (“The Mother Road”) and duck south on McArthur Boulevard to the Sam’s (which is a block south of I-40 on the frontage road). I wonder, “Do they have big box stores in Australia?”

1722 – We pick up some protein bars and a $13 tub of single use laundry soap packets to cover everybody’s laundry needs on the trip.  I savor the 90-degree temperature, as it is so welcome to me after the brutal 2013-2014 winter in  Chicago.  “This Chicago winter was the 3rd snowiest and coldest winter on record,” I explain as we put our purchases in the car. We do a bit of mental math: this would be about a 32C temperature. Hot indeed!

1830 – Louise and I meet Owen in the lobby. After a few minutes, we arrive at Charleston’s a favorite American-style eatery just a few blocks south of the hotel. Owen orders a huge, inviting full rack of ribs, Louise choose a nice beef filet, and I opt for the prime ribs (medium rare, if you please!). We order an artichoke and chips appetizer plus the nacho/queso/salsa combination, not realizing what generous servings we’re getting.  The appetizers arrive and we dig into them enthusiastically. Good eatin’! Once we start the tour, a sit down dinner will be a rarity, so we seize the moment. It is “the last supper” that most chasers embrace before a string of dinners at small town McDonald’s and gas station sandwich displays.

2026 – Depart Charleston’s. Man, am I stuffed! We carry several styrofoam — or polystyrene, if you’re British , like Owen — buckets of left over chips, queso and salsa. We head to a Super Walmart to pick up some provisions for the trip.  Once we reach the tiny town motels along our journey, the last trace of big city luxury might be the travel size bottle of a favorite shampoo (versus the bland generic shampoo at the motel).

2119 – We depart WalMart.  We arrive at the hotel, decide to gift the third shift desk clerk of nacho leftovers, and head off to our rooms for a good night’s sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

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