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We get that here, too. But the first time I recall noticing weather like that was a family trip to Florida. Don’t recall for sure but I think I was 11 or 12. The road was somewhat straight but had had a bend every mile or so. Our side of the road was in sunshine, with no water except what splashed across the double yellow lines (should have been ticketed). From those lines on to our left was a torrential downpour under thick, dark clouds. 50+ years later, I can still see it in all its panoramic HD glory. Smell it, too.
We get that here, too. But the first time I recall noticing weather like that was a family trip to Florida. Don’t recall for sure but I think I was 11 or 12. The road was somewhat straight but had had a bend every mile or so. Our side of the road was in sunshine, with no water except what splashed across the double yellow lines (should have been ticketed). From those lines on to our left was a torrential downpour under thick, dark clouds. 50+ years later, I can still see it in all its panoramic HD glory. Smell it, too.
As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.
And the thunderclaps. That and lightening bugs are among the few things I miss about Ohio.Miss the ozone smell just before a big storm...
Each second is a mile away, according to the mythology of our neck of the woods.As kids we'd sit on our porch and count the seconds between lightning bolts to thunderclaps in that warm ozone air...
Each second is a mile away, according to the mythology of our neck of the woods.
And the thunderclaps. That and lightening bugs are among the few things I miss about Ohio.
Each second is a mile away, according to the mythology of our neck of the woods.
and the cloud formations...and the sunlight bouncing off the everglades and creating all kinds of refraction...and on and on...nothing looks like FL..
Sound travels @ ~344m/s, therefore a mile is closer to 5 seconds. It a wonder you're not all crispy.
We would have loved if a bolt hit a tree within eyesight!
I've had a couple of close calls ...
do tell -
a little rough but whole lotta fun...BaCH into my Eden 350 into a GK 4X10....'em mountain folk sure are appreciative.....kinda sucks being behind the "load bearing " column..
Ah winters tavern![]()
Hah! My local dive (Winters) has a similar beam on my side of the stage! Luckily with a quartette I can move where your guitarist stands (away from the column!)
Here, instead of cooling things down, it becomes a sauna.As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.
And looking forward to hitting some heavy rain-to rinse off some o' the love bugs.and the cloud formations...and the sunlight bouncing off the everglades and creating all kinds of refraction...and on and on...nothing looks like FL..
Same for me but in the desert. Unless it was a thunderstorm; there was nothing tall anywhere so lightning hit everywhere and I had to go in, but only once it got really close.As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.