Syracuse Labor Day Derecho
The northernmost derecho (dubbed the Syracuse Labor Day Derecho and referred to locally as "The Labor Day Storm"), got its start in northwestern New York just before midnight on September 7 after several thunderstorm cells coming from Ontario converged to become a bow echo. It quickly moved southeastward through New York. Some of the worst damage occurred at Rochester, Syracuse, and Utica. Three people were killed, two of them at the New York State Fairgrounds in Syracuse. An 89 mph (140 km/h) wind gust was recorded at the Rochester airport and a 77 mph (128 km/h) wind gust was recorded at the Syracuse airport. Winds peaked up to as much as 115 mph (192 km/h). Tens of thousands of trees were blown down. Embedded within this derecho was a supercell thunderstorm, which produced an extensive damage path from the Syracuse area, through the northern suburbs of Albany, and into western Vermont. 4 small tornadoes were spawned by this storm, including an F2 in Nassau County. Lightning with this particular storm was reported by many in its path as extreme, creating daylight conditions on its rampage down the Mohawk Valley. The constant lightning was striking as many as 10-20 times per second. Damage was estimated at $130 million (1998 dollars). Many in the region were without electricity for over a week.
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