Thunderstorms use to terrify me in my younger days. I was ready to
move to Alaska to avoid them. Spring was not looked forward to. Now I have
bouts of SDS (Supercell Deprivation Syndrome), what a change. I don't know
about anyone else but things that frightened me as a child are things I want to learn
about the most. Curiosity about tornadoes was sparked by the June 8, 1966 tornado that struck Topeka,
Kansas. A smaller tornado also raked the northern portion of Manhattan, Kansas on
that date. Manhattan is only 15 miles WSW of Wamego, Kansas, my home town. At
first storm chasing for me was more or less storm spotting on the move keeping within a
few miles of Wamego. Then in the early 80's the urge to see storms was not being
satisfied by the few that passed by my home town. Soon I was traveling tens of miles
to watch storms now I'm traveling hundreds. Finding out in the late 80's through
Storm Track Magazine that I wasn't alone on the
plains chasing storms made me more comfortable about what I was doing. After all
chasing severe storms does seem a little weird doesn't it? The first tornado is
etched into my mind like Washington is carved into Mount Rushmore. It was April 26,
1991 when I seen my first tornado. Looking east from the junction of I70 and K99 a
F? tornado crossed I70 twelve miles away. A couple of hours later Andover was wiped out by a monster F5
tornado. Although Andover is over one hundred miles away from Wamego I was still
able to hear a report from a highway patrolman via the turnpike repeater system who was in
the vicinity of Andover. The patrolman indicated that the destruction was so
complete that there weren't enough landmarks left to tell were he was at. To be
continued...