Devastation in Iowa City Tonight

Once in the tent we were fine, up high on our big, queen-sized
inflatable mattress. The kids, however, were down "in the valleys" and
spent a miserable night laying in puddles. This year, they've got
their OWN inflatable mattresses...
:-)

Do those come with their own paddles?

("Jay Honeck" wrote)
Was this the '05 storm, you are talking about?

Yep. We (Jack, Steve, Montblack, et al) got caught in the torrential
downpour midway between the bar and our tent.


NOT Montblack on that particular foraging expedition.

I was back at the Circle R Campground quickly trying to get the
Hotel-Minivan ready for the night. I closed the "hatch" just as the rain
blew through.

I ended up comfortably high and dry that night - listening to the gentle
sounds that sheets of rain make when impacting a minivan's roof ...for
hours, and hours, and hours. Campground rain gauge read 5 inches the next
morning.


Montblack
http://www.circle-r-camp.com/
They do need a temporary outdoor shower set-up during OSH. I'd use it. (Cool
water, 60-70F "on demand" water heater). They only have three shower stalls
for men - in the entire campground! My only squawk about the place. The
shower line starts at 6:00 am. Not good.

Jay Honeck wrote:
Trust me, I felt pretty stupid, especially after Mary told me not to
leave because one of several tornadoes were approaching.
Trouble was, I seriously thought that I had the superior weather
instrument, being in the weather room at the airport. The radar there
was showing that the worst of the storm had passed.
I won't make that mistake again.

In article ,
Jack Allison wrote:
Phew, for a minute, I thought you were going to say you were looking at
Pilot Mycast on your cell phone. I have this strange dream where you're
showing this to a bunch of us, we're in a nice restaurant (under a
Tornado watch), we're done with dinner and walking back to
camp...when...wham, instantly soaked. Poof, then I wake up in a cold
sweat...no, wait, it's not sweat, it's a tent dripping on me :-)

Jack, your dream sounds incredibly like AirVenture 2005!
In my version, I believe you were in the pizza joint across the road
while Laurence and I were enjoying a fine meal at the Hilton while the
rain was sheeting the western windows. It stopped raining long enough
for us to saunter back to our campsite and retire to our respective
tents.
Shortly thereafter, the wind and rain returned. It is the only time I
have watched wind driven rain force its way through the interlocked
teeth of a closed zipper.
Yes, I stayed dry, but I didn't get to sleep until the storm blew
through.

john smith wrote:

Jack, your dream sounds incredibly like AirVenture 2005!
You could be onto something there.

In my version, I believe you were in the pizza joint across the road
while Laurence and I were enjoying a fine meal at the Hilton while the
rain was sheeting the western windows.
Hmmmm, the more times I have this dream, the more it seems like it was
the Charcoal Pit. Something about beer, steak, more beer... :-P

It stopped raining long enough
for us to saunter back to our campsite and retire to our respective
tents.

I think this makes you the official OSH dinner weather consultant. We
were soaked in less than five seconds. In my nightmare, there was this
wall of water, gale force winds, and the sound of Jay laughing. Well,
ok, the sound of lots of people laughing.



--
Jack Allison
PP-ASEL-Instrument Airplane
Arrow N2104T

"When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth
with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there
you will always long to return"
- Leonardo Da Vinci

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"Jack Allison" wrote in message
...
Jay Honeck wrote:
I won't make that mistake again.

Phew, for a minute, I thought you were going to say you were looking at
Pilot Mycast on your cell phone. I have this strange dream where you're
showing this to a bunch of us, we're in a nice restaurant (under a Tornado
watch), we're done with dinner and walking back to camp...when...wham,
instantly soaked. Poof, then I wake up in a cold sweat...no, wait, it's
not sweat, it's a tent dripping on me :-)

In May, 2001, my family and I were sitting in a restaurant in Lorton,
Virginia, for dinner during a vacation. From our table I could see the TV in
the bar area, and there was a Tornado Warning being broadcast.

From what I could gather of the map, it seemed it was RIGHT HERE. No one in
the restaurant was making any bones about it. So I was guessing, well, maybe
it was not _that_ close to us.

While eating our crab (of course, it was Virginia) appetizer, I heard the
unmistakable sound of a train. Remembering the old adage I'd heard in my
youth about the noise it makes. I jumped up and got ready to head for the
basement, but noticed no one else was making a scene (like the Yankee...me).

A few seconds later I heard the ding...ding...ding from the crossing, and
looking outside, realized the train station was across the street on the
other side of the restaurant from which we'd entered.


--
Matt
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Matthew W. Barrow
Site-Fill Homes, LLC.
Montrose, CO

("Denny" wrote)
Anyway, like Jay Beckman, as a lifelong Michigan resident I can see,
feel, and smell a tornado before it forms... I have up close and
personal experience with being picked up by a twister in 1953... I
survived and I'm not emotionally traumatized, but I am wary of those
monsters Next time get your butt into a basement and stay there until
it is all over...


Agree with Denny.

Mary would be known around town as The Widow Honeck ...."Hubba, hubba."

You do that again and we're going to have to start calling you Dorothy!

http://www.tapestryweb.org/tornado/images/oz4.jpg


Montblack

On 14 Apr 2006 04:14:20 -0700, "Denny" wrote:

Jay, glad you are OK, now let me beat you about the head and shoulders
for going out in your car with a twister dancing across town and you

And that's what I do every time there is a watch or warning. I jump
in the car and head out looking (*except* at night) One eye on the
road, one on the sky, and one looking for the nearest safety,
just-in-case.

Roger Halstead (K8RI & ARRL life member)
(N833R, S# CD-2 Worlds oldest Debonair)
www.rogerhalstead.com

knew it - and a convertible no less - jeez...
Anyway, like Jay Beckman, as a lifelong Michigan resident I can see,
feel, and smell a tornado before it forms... I have up close and
personal experience with being picked up by a twister in 1953... I
survived and I'm not emotionally traumatized, but I am wary of those
monsters Next time get your butt into a basement and stay there until
it is all over...

denny...