I will never forget this storm chase. On the morning of May 24, we woke up in Plainview, Texas, after catching an unbelievable series of after-dark tornadoes near Northfield the night before. I targeted the town of Meade, Kansas, just east of the dryline and near to where I expected a lingering outflow boundary to establish itself.
Tornadoes In Ontario
July 15th, 1995, I woke up in a storm. My dad snatched me from my bed. The lightning was constant, illuminating the stream of rain and debris that whipped the cottage, the howl so deafening that you couldn’t hear a single tree snap, though hundreds came down.
This was the tornado of my youth, one of six that touched down in the region that night. But this was not Kansas, Oklahoma or any other twister-plagued state of the American Plains; it was Ontario. The province sees twelve tornadoes touch down in an average year. Most are weak, some are tragic, each has a story.