Storm Chasing With Bill

I think I’ve found the only thing in my life that I have luck with. If this is true, I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near your small midwestern town.

I think this is progress.

Heather wants to go see fall colors today. I want to go storm chasing today.

Should I stay or should I go.

You know, Cheyenne isn’t that far away…

At this point I will chase a fog machine with wheels on it.

Someone’s a pouty storm chaser.

Everything was going well until it wasn’t.

Honestly I just needed to get out of the house.

Welcome to the off season of chasing.

More backyard chasing today.

Well, two percent is better than zero percent!

Where’d the dog come from?

Problems solved. Time to do this right.

I really hate mosquitoes.

This evening: Storm chasing by bicycle.

They just kept mooing.

I made a point to NOT follow Tim Marshall around like a small dog, but that really wasn’t a concern after a couple minutes.

I took today off. On my chase vacation. Dumb!

This will be a great day.

Another day, another hotel continental breakfast.

Anyone who puts up with me for a week can be my aunt. Will you be my aunt?

Hail sucks. Just throwing that out there.

I feel at this point I’ve lost any audience I might have.

I’m going to start this post in two ways.

Never assume that you know exactly how a storm will behave.

Bah, what do they know? Many of them are just meteorologists, right?

Is it me, or does Nebraska smell really bad?

Taco Bell always seems like a good idea when you’re starving.

This was a very impromptu “chase” that involved zero planning.

Man, those croissants were delicious.

So….here’s a thing.