Well it’s been a wild Memorial weekend ride around the Denver area, and it’s only Sunday noon as I write this. This week, by some otherworldly twist of fate (twist being the operative word here) I found myself in two of the exact and most threatening locations where funnel clouds were spotted around the city, just days apart. How strange.
I never say that I don’t get out much – I do get out a lot – I am all over the place actually, driving and doing stuff from Boulder, 45 minutes to the north to Evergreen and Conifer in the mountains west of Denver and then twenty minutes south of the city where I live. Every north, south, east and west direction has been under the assault of Mutha Nature. We have had a session of turbulent skies bringing walls of rain so dark that you cannot see what is going on around you when you are driving in them, hail ranging from marble to almost softball size bringing severe damage, wind and flash floods all resulting in many insurance adjustments. I like weather drama but this is over the top. The 2 funnel clouds I found myself directly under – one while having lunch with a friend in the Cherry Creek area ( where the waiter asked us if we would like to go to the basement and we, for some crazy giggly reason, was it the Sangria? – declined) – and the other being an enormous, dense black storm cell wall of water I actually drove through as my cell phone was screaming an alarm to me to “TAKE COVER IMMEDIATLY! – never actually got their funnel acts together enough to do anything more than wave around in the sky in a serpentine tail, trying to touch ground. I saw them on the news. If I had known what was over me I might not have been able to keep a grip on myself.
I have never driven through such a storm as I did in the second experience – I could not pull over, I could not stop, because cars would have hit me in that process since none of us could see the lines in the road or what was ahead. There were no possible shelters. I had no idea, when my excruciatingly loud cell phone alarm sounded whether I was driving further into the center of the storm action or if I was lucky enough to be driving out of it – the car radio told me next to nothing, thanks a lot. Luckily I was soon going to be driving west, up the canyon to Conifer, so I knew that when that exit came, things would improve….but barely. Tornados just do not happen in steep canyons and mountain areas….I have been told. However the rain had created an actual river coming down the canyon highway, so deep I was afraid my engine would stall out since the car was making waves as I drove.
When I finally arrived in Conifer and we turned on TV the weather map showed the area I had driven through was the very middle of a gigantic storm cell containing funnel clouds, slowly moving north and east away as I turned west into the canyon. I had been directly under that phenomenon for about 8 miles. I was shaking. My friend, who had been a car or two ahead of me but out of sight, poured me a vodka shot. He seemed fine – I was not. It took us a while to laugh.
The outdoor decks, flagstone terrace and steps, ground and rocks on my friend’s property in Conifer were covered with what the hail damage had caused a couple days before – it looked like chopped broccoli but was actually shredded healthy green pine needles and branches and pine cones – the trees had been mauled. They looked pathetic. It was overwhelming to see such destruction – and that was just the yard. The house and other buildings will all need new roofs. A skylight is broken and leaking. The Ping-Pong sized hail pounded the place for a full half hour.
OK so does all of this adrenalin-fueled fear go away, after you realize you are still alive? No. I can still feel all of that experience sitting here as I type. Sun is out, sort of, but I am right back in it in my mind.
So what am I going to do with myself? Well of course I ‘m going to paint.
We shall see what that brings…..the YLC is talking to me again.
Oh Jo as I read I was just terrified! Used to live in the midwest ~ saw some but was never in anything like you faced!! Think I would have gone for the wine not a paint brush, just sayin’ ! Julie B.
Oh Julie I grabbed for the wine also, believe me! On top of the vodka….
Ok, girl, I knew you were up for adventures, but…really??? It is terrifying when you are under rain clouds like that. I had one experience when I lived in Portland. When I returned home, I also hit the bottle!
Glad you are ok! Unbelievable story! Oxo Nancy
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Yes I am so fortunate – angels?
Wow! Your YLC must have had a lot to say to you today!
The YLC is always talkative but today she speaks volumes about being lucky….
We will have to rename you “Storm Chaser Jo.” That is pretty scary. Glad you are OK. A month ago Jo I was sitting at the computer and my alarm started going off. I thought “great i’s broken.” I went over to look at the box and there were two (marked in red) tornado alerts – then the TV started that weird alarm sound – and man it touched down across the road from Sun City. Never had that happened to me here in California, Stay well. Patricia
What an ordeal, Jo Ann–paint it out!!