Chassity Barnes

Hailing from the rugged hills of North Georgia, her roots run deep in the wilds—until five years in Port St. Joe, Florida, cracked open a new horizon. There, hurricanes roared into her life, reshaping her soul with their untamed fury. Since 2016, she’s been a pilgrim of the plains, chasing tornadoes through the raw expanses of Oklahoma, Missouri, Texas, Louisiana, and Alabama, each twister a siren call she can’t resist.

Weather’s woven a tapestry of joy through her days, threading lifelong bonds forged in the crucible of search-and-rescue missions. Yet nothing rivals the spark in her two-year-old mini storm chaser-in-training. Perched on their front porch, she belts out “Rain, rain, go away,” her tiny voice rising above the tempest, only to pivot with a gleam in her eye, pleading to plunge into the downpour and dance in its chaos—a legacy of wonder already taking root.