We hauled south today to the next area of interest, which ended up taking us as far south as the Wichita Mountains, just Southwest of Chickasha, Oklahoma.
Driving through thousands of miles of open country... splatters bugs to their deaths on the dome. So, a squeegee is a necessary tool. (This was the last time this one ever was seen alive... it was lost off of the top of the van somewhere. Don't tell anyone.)
And possibly what was my favorite moment of the entire day, pulling into this little town where the tornado sirens were blaring, and this insanely beautiful shelfy structure was looming ahead, GLOWING (positively, glowing,) with hail and light. It was spectacular, and my heart was pounding. It was the first real moment of some adrenaline for me - mixed with awe-inspiring beauty. These images don't even do it justice. If I'd been sitting on top of the car with a super wide angle lens, I may have had a better shot of getting it across.
Skip in front of the beast that would eventually produce a tornado, after we scooted out of the way to avoid getting run over by the storm. It was severely rain-wrapped, so I am glad we pushed out of the way to be safe, instead of taking our chances.