To “bust a forecast” is to get a prediction laughably wrong. In spite of supercomputers running sophisticated weather models, it happens more often than we’d like. Then again, it’s human nature to remember the 10% of the time we get the 24-hour forecast wrong, not the 90% of the time we’re pretty close.
Meteorologists worry most about napping through severe weather, being way off on a snowfall prediction, or a weather-bust on a major holiday. Having grown up in Pennsylvania, I’m still reminded of a Fourth of July prediction that went south in 1978. I forecast drizzle. It poured for about 8 hours. I’m still haunted by a clipper that seemingly came out nowhere. This is a very humbling profession.
Saturday won’t be as wet as Friday, but watch for more afternoon showers and thunderstorms, again late Sunday and Monday.
We went from frost up north in early September to 92 degrees at MSP last Tuesday. Being so far inland creates wild temperature swings. Minnesota’s extremes range from 115 degrees at Beardsley (1917) to 60 below at Tower (1996). Um, pack everything.
