It’s late Sunday evening and the camper is swaying back and forth. The window panes are shaking and Michele looks like she can’t decide whether to run or hide. I know that feeling.
I beg to be let into my favorite cabinet but she will not open it for me. The inside air is thick with anxiety and I can smell the outside air as it sneaks through unknown crevices in the camper and swirls around inside. It’s going to be a long night.
I frantically research what to do in a windstorm; this is a situation that I never thought I would need to prepare for. Unfortunately, I can not find much online. I look at Cal and I can tell that he has the feeling as me. We exchange a knowing glance and then hunker down for the night.
MICHELE’S ADDENDUM – Well, I’m officially freaking out. The wind outside is gusting up to 50 miles an hour. The windows are rattling so loud that I am sure they are going to implode and as I watch them tremble, I can see the reflection of the inside of the camper shake uncontrollably. Our house feels like it’s going to blow over. I run a Google search and see that campers are generally safe in wind up to 57 miles per hour. I am definitely scared.