QUOTE=Bird;2957285]And he was only partially joking.:laughing: On July 1, 1972, we left Dallas early that morning, pulling a 24' travel trailer enroute to Alaska. My parents were ahead of us, pulling a 21' travel trailer, and an aunt and uncle behind us with a pickup camper. That afternoon, we were headed west on U.S.87 from Dumas when we encountered rain so heavy you could hardly see, and some small hail. There wasn't actually a rest area, but a pullout with a trash barrel where we pulled off the road; barely enough room for the 3 rigs. None of us got out of our vehicles, of course. When the rain slacked up a bit we started on, very slowly, and then from our left (south of us), we saw a tornado coming straight at us. My wife was hysterical and I was scared out of my wits; not even a borrow ditch to get into and certainly no room to turn around. But then the tornado veered off the east. But just as we started to pick up speed, we saw a black wall rolling toward us from the north. Looked like a tornado laying on its side; terrifying to say the least. And when it hit, it was just like getting hit with a mud ball; couldn't see through the windshield at all. I hit the windshield washer, and nothing. I thought this is a terrible time for them to quit working. But then as the wipers cleared enough mud, I could see that the washer was spraying water alright, but the wind was so strong, it was blowing the streams of water off to the left without it getting to the windshield. And a few minutes later, everything calmed down and the sun came out. In a time span of 15 minutes or so, we'd seen rain, hail, tornado, wind, and dust storm.
We stopped at the first rest area and my uncle got out of his pickup, came up, and said, "Well, I've heard of things wild as a west Texas twister, but this was unbelievable." Needless to say, I hope to never have such an experience again.[/QUOTE]
Bird,
Oh does that bring back memories. 1966, going from Higgins, Texas to Shattuck, OK. Just 18 miles, at night from Grandpa's farm to my Uncle's house. Half way there, we hit (at night) an electrical hail rain storm that lifted one side of our 1965 Mercury Parklane. My brother, my cousin, my Aunt, and I were in the backseat on the floor, as Mom hollered at Dad to pull over. But Dad knew it would be over quick and not to stop and kept following that solid white right line OK had on the edge of the road. It was all he could see. A few miles later and all was calm.
Years later and married, driving the opposite direction , we saw a solid dark blue wall coming from the north. I wanted to rush to the farm. My ex, not knowing Panhandle weather, wanted to stop a mile from the farm and take photos. I said no (and was driving) and sped to the farm, where my Aunt was waiting out front hollering Uncle Woody was opening the storm cellar. Scary, fast weather up there for sure!
hugs, Brandi