I'm not speaking figuratively either. The weather for the last several days has been rain, wind, rain, rain, and more rain followed by wind, wind, wind, wind, and maybe a little more wind. We can't really get an accurate gauge of our wind gusts because all of the weather sites actually report Homer's weather instead of Nanwalek's so we're just giving it our best guess. Since Mike enjoys storm spotting in his spare time, I'm sure he's pretty accurate with his estimate of 60/70 mile per hour gusts. We came home from visiting friends to find our new "garage" - it's metal-framed and covered in a tarp material - missing in action. After a little investigation we discovered it took a small 30 yard stroll to visit the creek behind our house. Fortunately, a tree decided traveling wasn't safe in such bad weather and kept the shelter there until we returned. After much wrestling with the shelter, the tree, and the still gusting wind, we were able to get the shelter repositioned and the Ranger happily parked out of the elements - and tied to the shelter. I don't think it will be going anywhere again tonight, but I think a very serious conversation about the dangers of wandering around late at night may be necessary.
We were a little disappointed when we moved here to find out Nanwalek doesn't get thunderstorms, but tonight it's really very hard to tell the difference between the sound of real thunder and the sound of the wind gusts. Back home such wind would send Mike out in the late hours to spot tornadoes and cut trees off of roads and houses. I, on the other hand, would be moving my shoes from the bottom of my closet so that I could curl up in the floor under the bottom shelf and sleep comfortably knowing I was surrounded by 8 inches of concrete and several feet of earth. I'm sure its an unusual approach to the situation, but that's where I would go if I knew a tornado was coming so it seems to make sense to just go ahead and get there and get a full night's rest.
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