I shouldn’t jest about high winds. High winds can topple weak trees and power lines, hurl anything as projectile missiles, tear anything loose from structures, and shake the walls, windows, and your fears. Loss of power means loss of heat, and without heat during a winter night, the potential exists for loss of life. Our only friend in this area left the campground for home, and encountered a power outage. Luckily they had a fireplace to keep warm since power didn’t get restored until 3 AM.
Our area experienced strong winds around 35 mph and gusts up to 60 mph. The latter are considered “whole gale” on the Beaufort scale. At this scale, damage can include “trees uprooted and considerable damage to buildings.”
And, I’m sitting in a tiny 15ft camper, listening to the wind angry-charge my way. The air rumbled in the distance and roared in to a crescendo as it buffeted the camper. Sticks struck the top and the sides. The camper shook and rattled. To be honest, I feared the camper would roll. Or a limb from the large tree beside us would snap off and crush us.
Twice, the wind snatched a container with shoes (we don’t have enough storage space to keep extra shoes inside; Shane put his in the bin, and I have mine in my car). It scattered his shoes, the lid, and bin every which way. The shoes and lid we found quickly. But, we hunted for the bin, searching where we believed the wind might take it. The winds varied in direction though. So we didn’t find it right away but didn’t quit because we didn’t want it blowing into the river. Eventually a gust guided us in the direction of the bin, and we found it outside of the campground, across the street, and resting in a ditch at the edge of the woods. It looked war-beaten.
The winds still have not stopped, but they come less frequently and without as much energy.
We did sustain minor damage: The wind unskirted part of the camper.
The wind also pushed the sewer hose off its support. While this doesn’t seem like an issue, consider the fact it rested upon the frozen ground and lost its downward angle. What do you imagine happened to the contents inside the sewer hose overnight? Yep, this morning when I went to the bathroom I couldn’t flush the toilet. *gross out face* At least I had a solution. When I repositioned the sewer hose on the support the contents inside flowed…like a poo-pee slushy. I could hear the icy slurry dump into the drain. If we didn’t reset the sewer hose (or couldn’t because the wind continued to unseat it from its support), we’d end up with a poo-pee-sicle. The toilet would eventually overflow into the camper because of the poo-pee ice-dam. But, the toilet flushed, and the poo-pee slushie moved down the hose as smoothly as my bowels had earlier. Disaster averted!!
The camprground looked a little wind-battered too. Trash, signs, and even the lattice screen in front of the women’s bathroom. No doubt more was amiss and a mess.
Since the winds have downed the internet (I have written this offline), I plan on going to the movies to see How to Train Your Dragon (3)! 🙂 I ❤ Toothless. And dragons, and even whole gale winds. This girl loves a thrill. 🙂