I imagine the wind comes from Japan. It comes howling down over the Pacific and pummels our little tropical island, a winter wind that doesn't really feel cold--not like those stabbing snow-blown winds of the midwest that make you gasp and curse. The wind feels deceptively cool and refreshing. You set your tent up facing into the breeze to create a natural air conditioning system. But this wind has a subtle chill settles into your bones, and before you realize it you realize you're cold and need a jacket. And this wind is relentless--battering your tent day and night.
For some reason the side of Managaha where we camp always gets fierce, constant winds. This year we finally had to move our tent because I was genuinely worried that the tent might not make it--it I could see the seams beginning to stretch.
The video doesn't really do it justice.
On the day we broke camp, Sunday, March 4, rain was added to the mix. We awoke to wind blown showers and we packed up our tents wet. To keep our tent from mildewing, this is what we did when we got home:
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