This chase lived up to every hope I had for the day and exceeded expectations. I was chasing with my uncle, Eric, who I was excited to be out chasing with again. We arrived in Denver at noon and had plans to grab a quick lunch with my brother, Matt, before I expected storms to fire. We were going to meet at a diner in Bennett which was en route to my target: Limon. That was not to be. Read More
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.