the wind is strong it just rips off the harbor all day and night.
The last couple days it's been coming in extra hard and it's been
like sleeping in a working parachute. I should probably find a
leeward place to camp.
Or maybe I should just get used to it. Like how in Portland, OR I
eventually made peace with the rain. The main thing that's strange
is that it makes me colder, which changes my appetite and sleep
patterns. But then if I walk 15 minutes and get around some
buildings or a hill from the wind I have to readjust. I guess that's
another thing I can just get used to.
If nothing else, getting beaten on by wind fits with reading Moby Dick.
