When my class finished, I saw that the dryline was west of I-35 with
bubbling cu strung along the boundary like Christmas lights. "Pretty," I
said. I was on the road by 1845z and made Ada by 21z and went as far as
Calvin on the Canadian River before my cu field dissipated and I
believed the day was done. I turned south on Highway 75 when the small
area of congestus I'd monitored for hours finally erupted into a large
storm near Allen, thirty miles behind me and the place I had just left.
I was sick about this and stopped north of Coalgate to ponder how I
could be nearing my tenth year chasing and still be so predictably,
unbearably stupid.
At the same time, another cell fired north of Tishomingo and I was
redeemed. I waited northeast of Atoka on 69 while the storm backbuilt to
the southwest and finally emerged over a ridge to my west. The updraft
base was elevated but showed some weak, broad rotation. The storm grew
more intense and a disorganized wall cloud held together for ten minutes
or so. I let the storm pass to my northwest and then north when I
observed the elevated funnel and rainbow pictured above. I chased this
storm up 69 and over to the Indian Nation Turnpike, then north to Blanco
where I let it go. |