I wasn't always a thunderstorm lover. I remember being very afraid of them when I was little. I don't know when I crossed over from being a "storm avoider" to a borderline storm chaser but if there's a storm nearby, I pretty much drop everything to go and watch it.
Living in Wenatchee, I felt a little deprived because most of the good storms seemed to slide around us. Imagine my disappointment, Wednesday night, when I hopped on Facebook to find that Wenatchee was being pelted by a direct-hit severe thunderstorm! I wallowed in jealousy for a short time, thinking that once again, I had missed a big one when in the distance I heard the thunder. I must say, though it did not hit us with the ferocity that it did Wenatchee, it was a pretty fantastic storm. We experienced two more thunderstorms over the next three days, which was like heaven on Earth for me!
I, apparently, am not the only storm lover up here. Adam and I noticed that each time a storm hit, traffic in town increased. People all over town hop in their cars and drive to the outskirts in order to find a nice wheat field road parking spot, taking advantage of the endless, treeless plateau view. It's like a massive, panoramic drive-in theater.
One of these days I'm going to have to take a trip to Colorado so I can experience a "real" plains thunderstorm. I've been told that not even the most magnificent Northwest storm can compare.
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