At 12:30 a.m. the winds picked up and started blowing hard, and by 2:30 the were gusting hard. The interesting thing about being in the forest with the winds gusting is that you can hear if gust coming before it gets to you. You hear the trees rustle from far ways, and then the din gets louder, and then the gust hits the tent. The winds continued picking up all night, and about 3 I left the warm confines of my mummy bag to brave the cold and start to pick-up some important items (clothes, stove flashing, etc.) that were blowing around.

 

We woke around 7 am to a wonderful crisp day with some strong winds, that slowed down as the Sun jumped in to the sky. The boys then cleaned up the camp, and we head back to Tempe.