Beauty of Outflow Dominance
Nebraska Panhandle Bow Echo and NE Colorado Dry Downburst
16 June 11
SHORT: Fun day. Began in Hot Springs SD. Observed/photographed spectacular outflow-cloud structures (shelves, bands, stripes) with raging bow echo/haboob from BFF to N of SNY. Dropped S for peculiar, photogenic dust storm and sustained damaging gusts beneath high-based N rim of eastern CO MCS.
LONG: Back onto our storm-observing trek after a couple of amazing days in the Black Hills, flow aloft and at least marginal low-level moisture were beginning to juxtapose favorably once again to our south. We targeted the nearby Nebraska Panhandle for the prospect of high-based storms rolling east out of the higher terrain of eastern Wyoming. Browsing the morning maps, I was confident in upslope flow into that orography, along with afternoon storm initiation…but would there be too much, too soon, before the richer moisture could arrive in the evening? This scenario would mean outflow dominance.
Still, a conditional triple-point play in south-central KS was much too far away; and the mountains ain’t going anywhere. Blow increasingly moist air into them for enough time during daytime heating, and storms will form. Our goal: be downshear and see what evolves. High dew-point depressions portend shelf clouds, dust and high wind from storms; and sometimes that can be beautiful too.
And so it was…
We drove to favorite overlook SW of Angora upon which we had perched a few days before, watching the top 4/5 of assorted towers build and glaciate over the unseen mountains of eastern WY. Finally, when the storms started to coalesce and move off, one of which looked like an embedded supercell on radar, we headed W to the N edge of BFF to watch them roll downhill right at us. By then, the supercell was hard to distinguish in the onrushing wall of a dark, ominous, and increasingly well-defined squall line.
Reflectivity animations confirmed that the northern segment — basically due W of us, was bowing out. It was time to go outflow surfin’! Stay ahead of these, and they can offer some absolutely stunning cloud structures, such as the following three-piece view from between BFF and Minatare:
Looking NW: I’ve never seen a combination of lightness, darkness and radiating cirriform streamers like this before!
Looking W: Right into the teeth of Jaws. This is what a bonafide bow echo looks like when it’s “a-comin’ ta gitcha”. Check out the peculiar translucent strands, reminiscent of Silly String, festooning the otherwise featureless midlevel cloud deck. It might seem hard to photograph the strong dynamic range between the ink-dark core and the otherworldly apron of light above and beyond the shelf cloud; but not this time. This is how it actually looked, with no HDR bracketing necessary! I just had to meter for the area smack in the middle.
Looking SW: A classic view of an onrushing convective windstorm on the High Plains, this time with the Wildcat Hills lining the southwestern horizon.
We stayed ahead of the snapping maw of this storm — barely at time, I must admit — all the way to Bridgeport and beyond — before bailing S to let the road-deprived Sandhills have their turn at it. We got one last nice view of the atmospheric earth-mover raging to our NW before turning equatorward. What a gorgeous display of outflow-driven stormscapes we had witnessed!
Now it was time to get out of the way and figure out what to do with several more hours of daylight. Some storms had fired in NE CO, likely to be just as outflow-dominant and perhaps quite high-based. From SNY, it wasn’t that far away, and the next two days looked like potential Colorado storm targets anyway. As such, went back through Sterling again (retracing a good deal of our chase path from BFF three days before).
Unlike then, the Centennial State sky greeted us with a giant field of decaying storm material — virga dropping from various patches of agitation beneath a widespread anvil shield that once contained actual updrafts. N of Otis, a wall of wind slammed us in an impressive dry downburst, tearing dense channels of dust from plowed fields, buffeting the vehicle laterally with shot after shot of very localized wind-force lasting a second or so apiece, and making me struggle with the wheels to maintain positioning on the road. Good thing I had new tires for this season…
After a late rainbow and dinner at a familiar restaurant in Yuma, we bunked down there for the night, satisfied that we made the most out of a very windy storm day.
The human element of storm observing always has some interesting twists and turns too. We had a few loud neighbors at our motel, getting drunk and cussing in Spanish, and after a spell, I thought I might have to go out there and shut them up by request or otherwise. Fortunately for everybody, the former worked. The ringleader turned out to be cut from the cloth of my old barrio associates from long ago: he was wearing a shirt that said, in Spanish, “Don’t f___ with the DALLAS COWBOYS”. All day, I already had on my trusty blue-star cap. After some conversation about America’s Team, they retreated to their rooms, an elevated storm blew by with an intermittent show of close CGs, then off to bed everybody went.
Gorgeous Skyscapes: Wind Cave National Park
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Splendid Storm and Sunset near Hot Springs SD
14 June 11
SHORT: Began in Kimball. High-based storms and shallow convection along way N to Hot Springs SD. Beautiful storm before sunset over Wind Cave NP followed by equally amazing sunset scenes there.
LONG:
This wasn’t intended to be a “chase day”, per se, but we nonetheless encountered some beautiful shallow-convective scenery enroute that make it well worth sharing here, capped off by a wonderful little storm and color-splashed sunset where the Black Hills meet the Great Plains. On this day, the convection came to us!
After a decent brunch in IBM, we took off N for a couple of nights in a familiar set of cabins at Hot Springs. Along the way, we photographed an abandoned performance hall against a backdrop of brilliant, post-frontal blue sky and deep cumuli. The old place, structurally sound but superficially rickety, had a stage, piano, ticket booth, and separate outdoor latrine. Imagine having to leave the performance because of a terrible need to take a big dump…everyone there would know!
Sufficient residual moisture and relatively cold air aloft supported convectively textured, yet very clean, post-frontal skies that made fine backdrops for photographing other abandoned structures, such as this one near Crawford and this one near the NEb/SD border. The sky also added richness to scenes of rock formations, patterns, flowers and landscapes in the Toadstool Geologic Park within Oglala National Grassland. Toadstool is a wondrous little favorite place for us on the Great Plains–an outpost of the Badlands without all the tourist crowds–where we spent a few hours hiking and exploring for the first time in several years.
We got dinner in Hot Springs, whereupon my son David called to inform me he was caught driving in a tremendous hailstorm in Norman and needed advice on what to do. I directed him to a parking area; but his vehicle later got damaged by a flying tree limb in the second downburst. Facebook soon sprang to life with frantic posts of the fury of the hail-filled downbursts upon Norman. Ultimately, we would need to replace a good deal of roofing and guttering on our house from this event; and I knew even then that I would have many limbs to saw up and drag to the curb upon return. The dread of that chore made me enjoy this vacation even more, far away from still another Norman maelstrom that struck in our absence.
After dinner, we secured our cabin overlooking town, then headed up the road toward the rolling grasslands of Wind Cave National Park in hopes of some buffalo, wildflowers and sunset. Elke and I long have wanted to photograph a beautiful storm in the uniquely beautiful setting of this place…lo and behold! There it was! As we approached, we saw a growing Cb, cruising ESE across the undulating green carpet. One of our favorite overlooks happened to offer an outstanding view of the brilliantly lit storm. There we stayed, intermittent rumbles of thunder competing with the western meadowlarks for our ear, warm inflow at our backs, and before our eyes, among the most astounding non-severe stormscapes I’ve witnessed. The storm receded to the NE then E, letting the deep blue post-frontal sky into our wide-angle view, offering a source of reflected eastern light. We had begun full-sensory bathing in yet another transcendent experience best described by what Gretel Ehrlich once declared “the solace of open spaces”.
Just when we thought things couldn’t get more beautiful, they did, in a three-act production set across the theater of the sky. First, our storm gained a dense little core festooned with a bright rainbow that, after swapping on a zoom lens, made a postcard-pretty landscape scene for the national park. Right as that storm receded across the distant Badlands and weakened, the southwestern sky lit up with golden fractus basking in the sunset glow. As soon as those clouds began to dissipate, a couple of small virga showers formed to the S, dropping their wispy mists into the deepening red-orange hues. As they moved east, the moonrise beneath made for one of my favorite sunset and twilight shots of the year: flaming red virga beneath a golden crowned convective cloud top and blue sky. Finally, even as those colors faded, the western sky briefly blazed with a red-gilded cloud edge.
So concluded an unexpectedly stunning and soul-soothing display of atmospheric artistry! Before leaving the hilly meadow, however, there was one more piece of business to attend. On this evening, even a turd could spawn beauty, in this case a buffalo cookie supporting a mushroom! We would return the next day for some wildlife and flower photography and a visit to Crazy Horse, before resuming what would become the most active storm-observing vacation of our lives to date…
A Championship Day (Even if Not for Storms)
High-based Storms in the Nebraska Panhandle
12 June 11
SHORT: From LBL, headed to the BFF area for high-based upslope action. Observed a few such storms from between BFF-AIA.
LONG:
The day wasn’t too spectacular convectively, but we saw storms and had a great time nonetheless.
Morning dawned to the analytic display of foci that were somewhere between muddy, nebulous and vague on the spectrum of precision. The surface map showed that the isodrosothermal field had been mangled by overnight and morning convection over southern Kansas, east of where we spent the night. When all else fails, the terrain just isn’t going anywhere–at least not for the next 20-30 million years or so.
We therefore headed toward the reachable area of the NEb Panhandle/NE CO, figuring that 50s F dew points in that area sometimes do good things as long as deep-layer shear is at least marginal. It also put us in position for day-2. Plus, Elke and I love that area for many nonconvective reasons.
After visiting an abandoned shack in western KS, we found a nice hilltop vantage about 5 SW Angora NEb, listening to assorted birds and photographing wildflowers (e.g., copper mallow, western wallflower, and veiny dock), as we waited for convective eruptions.
Assorted towers and turrets soon bubbled up to the W and SW. One persistent pile to our W evolved into a short-lived, high-based storm with a wall cloud to our NW, viewed across the rippled orographic musculature of the Nebraska Panhandle’s ash-bed grasslands. The storm exhibited weak cyclonic shear in the midlevels based on radar velocity output, but just for a few scans.
Other, smaller, junkier cells fired along the foothills in SE WY and over the western reaches of the Wildcat Hills to our SW, amounting to little except as a scenic diversion for aviators. We saw several contrails weaving between storms, including this scene over Minatare. The storms died off with the setting sun.
We settled into a charming little mom-n-pop motel in BFF with funky walls made of green quartzite from Utah. This also was the memorable night my hometown Dallas Mavericks won the NBA championship too–making up for a disappointing evening 5 years before in GCK when I watched them lose it to the very same team.
A very fine day, indeed…