I saw the forecast. I knew it was coming. I was prepared. But I still don’t have to like howling wind. At least I had the Rolling Steel Tent properly oriented and the wind didn’t change directions, so the rocking wasn’t too bad—just enough to keep waking me up. It did drop the temperature down to a comfortable blanket-to-my-chin level, though. And it kept the flying bugs away, so there was a positive side to it.