My Albino Ex was addicted to all sorts of emergencies and kept a fire and emergency scanner going in the bedroom pretty much 24/7, plus he had one of those emergency weather radio setups on top of the refrigerator that would sound a loud klaxon and alert you if there was a flood, thunderstorm, tornado watch. I finally persuaded him to kill the channel that warned of tidal surges (since we are miles from the coast or even the banks of the Potomac) but the whole thing rubbed off on me a bit, and these days I am hooked on the Capital Weather Gang blog and twitter feed.
Yesterday afternoon, after a week of crouching in hundred-degree heat (it was starting to feel normal; I clocked three hours trimming bushes on Saturday, dragging a water keg as I worked) we got socked. I hunted through three weather radars before I found one that would give me a decent image. It looked like a huge homicidal croissant bearing down on the DC area from the northwest. (Because of the Oak of Damocles, I obsessively check wind direction at times like this.)
The Weather Gang confirms that this evil parabola is called a bow radar echo, a weather form known for association with tornadoes and destructive gusts.
The roughest part of it hit north of town. A lot of people are still waiting to get the power back on (so far this summer I’ve been pretty lucky on that count; the only power outage came out of a quiet night sky when some transformer south of me went tits-up for no obvious reason.) I just got a complete window washing and gutter integrity check.
What’s the nastiest kind of weather phenom in your area?