So earlier today I saw that it was going to storm and was really excited. I love storms. Rain, thunder, lightening...bring it. Well at about 6:30pm I decided I wanted frozen yogurt from this lovely little shop in
Carrollton called
Yogurtland . Preston and I headed out fully aware that the storm was on its way, but not really concerned about driving in a little rain. Upon arriving to
Yogurtland we heard a loud, piercing noise when we got out of the car. I said it must be a tornado siren (even though I have never heard a tornado siren sound like that in my lifetime) but Preston said it couldn't be a tornado siren because we weren't in Kansas. I told him that just because we weren't in Kansas didn't mean it wasn't a tornado siren...there are tornado sirens in Dallas.
Anyway, we walked in, chose our yogurt and headed back out to the car in less than 10 minutes. As soon as we got to the front door of
Yogurtland we couldn't believe what we were seeing. The wind was incredible.
Debris and random particles were flying in all directions. The sky was black. We made a run for it and arrived at the car halfway blind from the dust stinging our eyes. Preston had received a call from our friend Mike who said he was in Ft. Worth and that the storm was pretty fierce. Still, we really didn't think much about it...until we got onto the highway.
All of a sudden cars were slowing to minimal speeds and pulling over to the side of the road at an efficient pace. At first we were a little confused. Was there a wreck? Why was everyone pulling over? Then we felt it. The wind. It was violently shifting our car from side to side as we steadily proceeded down the tollway. Preston handed me his yogurt. Now was not a time to drive with one hand. I noted how stupid we were to leave the house without knowing what kind of storm we were getting ourselves into. Despite all this we did not learn our lesson in stupidity yet. We made a quick decision to try to head home to Farmers Branch instead of to
Coppell.
Coppell was closer, but the storm was headed in from the West, so we would be driving directly into it if we headed that way. If we headed toward home, we'd be going south,
parallel to the storm. What we didn't take into consideration was the tall overpass we would have to conquer in order to make it from the George Bush Turnpike onto I-35. As we began to enter the ramp we both knew it was a bad idea. All drivers were going slow...but all drivers were also being pushed and pulled by the wind. I was sure that at any moment that wind was going to speed up and send us flying over the edge. You better believe we said our prayers out loud the entire way up and down that overpass. Halfway there we saw lighting strike nearby and sparks fly. Then the highway lights began to flicker on and off. After what seemed like half an hour on that dumb ramp we finally made it back onto the highway. We had turned the radio on by this point and realized what we'd gotten ourselves into. The announcers were reporting a funnel cloud in Addison...right in between where we had been and where we were going. Cars ahead of us were taking shelter underneath an overpass but we
persevered. We were not about to get stuck under an overpass in a tornado only 5 minutes from home.
Luckily we made it home safe and sound. We waited out the storm in the living room of the big house just in case a tornado decided to whip through and take our servant's quarters with it. It wouldn't have taken much effort really. Our home is already breaking at the seams.
Now we're watching the news. An 18 wheeler is on its side on the highway in Carrollton. I swear I remember that same truck driving past us while we were headed home. I also remember telling Preston not to get too close to those trucks. Direct quote from Channel 4 news: "The weather was at its worst tonight right around the George W. Bush Turnpike." ...and we lived through it.