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6/21 Havana, IL supercell
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One problem I'm running into with living here in the Midwest is that there are too many opportunities within my range now. It seems there has not been more than a day or two in between thunderstorm events (within chase distance of STL) since April. I can't possibly do them all, which means I'm having to start intentionally ignoring some setups. Which if you're a storm chaser, you know those are the days things tend to go nuts.
Anyway, I was partly ignoring Monday, but when the cell in southeast Iowa went tornado warned and headed across the river, that was too much. At 5PM I headed up to Lincoln on I-55, then east to Havana to intercept the previously tornadic supercell moving eastward. The storm had long since weakened before I made my westward turn, but since I'd already made the drive north, I moved in to see what I would find. The answer was the last breath of an outflow-dominant mess, a weak shelf cloud that vanished to reveal no updraft was left. The mammatus halfway from I-55 to the storm was well-defined, and I managed to grab one nice anvil crawler - the last flash of lightning this storm produced.
  
The better targets (and tornado reports) turned out to be to the east, north and west of where I was - a seeming hole in the convection around me in central Illinois. As I drove home, I could see the constant lightning with tornado-warned storms 100 miles to the east and north.
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