After a little dinner, I cooked up some dessert. Dawg likes fire warmth when it is cold out, but he does not like smoke at all. The winds were swirling a bit this evening, making it impossible to sit near the fire without getting it in your face. The wind speed continued to build until bedtime. That evening we had gusts over 60MPH and may have hit 80. I was thankful we were down in a valley at only 6700ft elevation. The peaks in the area during big wind events like this one, clock speeds well over 100MPH. Several peaks have exceeded 180MPH recently.

The extreme flapping noise of the tent and my efforts to support the tent structure during big gusts wasn't helping Dawg relax. I spent the first 90 minutes calmly talking to him as I repeatedly reinforced the ceiling and/or walls with my arms, legs or body during massive gusts. Eventually he realized that nothing was going to happen to him and he went to sleep.