In Alberta’s ‘Hailstorm Alley,’ scientists-turned-storm-chasers look into the eye of the storm for answers | Unpublished
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Author: Sophia Coppolino
Publication Date: August 10, 2025 - 16:27

In Alberta’s ‘Hailstorm Alley,’ scientists-turned-storm-chasers look into the eye of the storm for answers

August 10, 2025

Nearly every summer now, residents of Alberta and the Prairies are confronted by a costly, extreme weather event that damages homes, dents cars and devastates crops: hail.

But researchers from Western University’s Canadian Severe Storms Laboratory are hoping to improve Canada’s understanding of hailstorms by collecting data in central Alberta for their Northern Hail Project.



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