Near as I can figure, the tornado that was spotted on the ground was somewhere in a 5 mile radius.
The dogs and I spent a significant amount of time sitting in the basement. It reminded me of all those days/nights in Missouri, except we were expecting it there and we had supplies and a tornado room. This time, I had my phone and a flashlight. I should probably pack a bag to store down there. My friend was watching the radar for me on the news and updated me on where this elusive tornado was. The whole county was under a warning but everyone knows tornados only hit mobile homes in rural areas and my neighbor has a mobile home so...I wasn't feeling too positive. (Did I go too far? I told you I was bitter.)
I eventually ventured out to take pictures.
The roof of the truck is damaged. Sigh.
Broken window.
(That's just a dirty streak on the window, not a crack.)
That tarp had been pulled tight. It was shredded by hail and that roof was also, of course, damaged.
All the leaves that fell off the trees.
