We had a very interesting night. We got home from Shelby's softball game right before a storm moved in. I had enough time to play about ten minutes of catch in the yard with the dog. Then we came inside and proceeded to get relaxed and settled in for a night of t.v. and reading. Well there would be no t.v.. The power went out around 8:00. Not long after that we heard the sirens go off in Mackinaw. Matt and I do what we always do. We sent Shelby (Jake was at a friends house) and the dogs to the basement, then we stepped out onto the porch. Shelby would yell every once in awhile giving us updates she heard on the weather radio. Then the phone calls started coming. The calls went something like this:
Caller: "Where are you?"
Me: "Standing out on my back porch watching the clouds"
Caller: "Um, well there looks to be about three funnel clouds in your area and at least one looks like it is right on top of you."
Caller: "Maybe you should go to the basement"
Me: "We are not seeing anything"
Caller: "Call me later so I know you are okay"
Me: "Okie Dokie"
This conversation happened more than once last night. Others called after the all clear to tell us that their neighbor saw a tornado around the conservation area (which is us). You think I would have been scared or perhaps shaken up because of such a close call. Instead I find myself feeling disappointed that I missed it. Don't get me wrong. I never want one to come at my house, but I would like to see one at least once. Perhaps it could just stay out in a field and do no harm. We did later confirm that all the funnel cloud spottings were within a mile or two of our house. Crazy!!! We got power back around 11:30 even though the power company said it would be 3:00 a.m.. Thank god for small favors.
Here is a link to some video a guy to with his cell phone of the tornado everyone thought was close to our house. http://www.week.com/younews/19552009.html