We were under a tornado watch all during the late afternoon. Then about an hour before dusk we shifted to a tornado warning. One was "sighted" near a lake just a few miles away from me and said to be heading our way. (I assume it was a radar sighting, since there isn't anybody over there to actually see it.)
The sky got wild, hail the size of Minié balls began to fall, and we got a dose of torrential rain with a terrific thunderstorm on the side. The sky was a kaleidoscope of slithering and contorted clouds for about an hour, the kinds of clouds I do not like to see. After dark things calmed down a bit and they turned the watch into a warning again. I lost satellite contact for a while during the height of the storm and was unable to keep up with the radar images. This contact can be very comforting, but sometimes not. It's a bit nerve-racking to see the tornado rectangle centered directly over your location.
Mags, the Boston, is afraid of thunder and she stayed glued to my heels the whole time. Even asked me to pick her up for a while. It was kind of unnerving, too, when Emma began to howl. I suspected she might have sensed something. Perhaps she did, but I never saw the thing and we never did go to the shelter. It couldn't have passed very far away, but pass it apparently did. I might have been able to see it had I driven the UTV up on the mountain behind us, but there was no way I was going up there with all the lightning we were getting.
Such is life on the High Plains.
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Wild weather is both invigorating and terrifying. I've stood out in the meadow while the lightning was flashing down and the thunder was booming just to experience it. I've also realized afterwards that it was very stupid to do that.
I knew you were going to get it out there, even the Weather Channel was warning about your area.
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