Ever wondered what the best part of storm chasing is? Spoiler: it’s not the storms.
After 52 days on the road tracking severe weather as MyRadar’s senior meteorologist, I’m back to my perch in Washington D.C. I intercepted 22 tornadoes, found DVD-sized hail TWICE, braved 90 mph straight-line winds and blasted into 4 dozen supercells. I drove 19,820 miles — an average of 381 miles per day.
I’ve been doing this for years; as an atmospheric scientist, I revel in being up close and personal with the phenomena I spend my life learning about.
But that’s actually not my favorite part. Instead, what means the most to me is returning to the same parts of the country that have remained special places for me for the past nine years.
So often, we hear about “flyover country.” It’s anything but.
Folks on the coasts rarely, if ever, travel to the Plains, Midwest or Mid-South. No New Yorker is booking a flight to Lubbock. Nobody from Boston is vacationing in Branson, Missouri. And I doubt anyone from Los Angeles is road tripping to North Platte, Nebraska. Half the U.S. population has no idea what happens between the Appalachians and the Rockies. They’re missing out.
Some of the most down-to-earth and hardest-working people live in the nation’s Heartland; the region is teeming with natural beauty. It’s one of my favorite parts of America, and it’s become a second home to me.
My happiest memories are the simplest ones. Ever watched the sun set over the flat vastness of Hockley County, Texas? Admired the night sky from the Llano Estacado? Hasty’s in Shamrock, Texas has FOUR types of French fries — and their prices can’t be beat. (The McDonalds there also serves shamrock shakes year round!) And you’ll have the best burrito of your life at Hector y Amigos in Woodward, Oklahoma — or El Jacal in Fort Morgan, Colorado.
At the Braum’s in southwest Lubbock, there’s a family of prairie dogs that lives in the sandy area behind the parking lot. Every year I sit and watch them while eating my lunch. There’s something peaceful about watching raindrops steam when they hit the ground in the sandy desert north of Fort Stockton. The beautiful yellow when the canola blooms in Kansas is striking. So is watching cornstalks bow in the breeze in Iowa.
When I’m driving through San Angelo, I always stop at Kung Fu Noodle. And if you’re staying in Salina, Kansas, the Quality Inn is a converted “Holidome.” (Remember those from the 70s and 80s? They were common along the old Route 66.)
Some of the biggest, best storms fire near the Caprock Escarpment in the Texas Panhandle… but if you get there an hour early, you can check out the canyon… it’s stunning. Sometimes if I’m transiting through Omaha, Nebraska, I’ll phone a friend and play board games at Spielbound. And whenever I’m passing through Austin, I bend my schedule to watch the bats take off from the Sixth Street bridge.
One of the most magical landscapes is found in South Dakota — rolling plains give way to sudden slopes and rock formations that look like an alien planet. If you’ve ever driven through the Texas or Oklahoma Panhandles after a nighttime rainstorm, you’ll see hundreds of frogs crossing the road… watch where you drive! There’s something mystical about watching distant thunderheads flicker with lightning once night falls — it’s like the clouds are communicating with one another through a primal tellurian language. There are times when I swear the sky is sentient.
Above all, the people are what make the Plains and Midwest so special; meeting more of you every year is such a privilege, and I learn so much through our conversations, even if brief. The clerk at QT in Wichita who watched our MyRadar livestream… the very sweet cashier at the Dollar General in Anson, Texas who helped save the day when we were trying to photograph giant hail… chatting with Irene, one of the nicest, most neighborly folks you’ll ever meet while I got an oil change in Texas… or conversing with Misty at the Best Western in Borger, Texas… the list goes on and on.
If you live on the East or West Coast, I implore you — at least once in your life, take a road trip across America. Bustling interstates and city skyscrapers are great and all, but there’s a whole lot that most of us are missing.
“Flyover Country” isn’t a thing. It’s one of the best places on Earth.
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