1:15 p.m. on March 1, 2013 (EST)
This will be a great page one day :D
It would help Islandess if you placed your about locations for camps anyway. Like the 36 kinds of snow there is different wind.
The best tents i know of for high wind is the Native American Tee Pee, however i have seen them fail in tornadoes and hurricanes, but not ALL of them failed. Of course even a small 14 footer is to heavy for 1 person to pack.
Perhaps a modern 'Leanpee' single pole shelter made of lighter more modern materials might work, but only to a point.
Another shelter type that i witnessed stand up to a tornado is a tarp diamond shelter, which was set very low. Just about everything else was smashed, busted up and torn to bits.
The location was Bledso St Pk in Tn. for a 'Primitive Eastern.
Straight line winds I have seen on the summit cone of Mt Washington have been in excess of 125 mph... IMO there is no tent that could stand that wind period, and if there is, you couldn't set it up in that wind at all.
I no longer recall the year or the exact date but it would have been in the middle 70's and from New years Eve to the last full moon of February.
I do recall it being in dusk, full blown white out and waking into a weatherman out for his evening stroll. When I state walking into a man I mean I crashed physically into his body because we were invisible to one another in the wind and blowing snow.
In the early 90's i recall being camped on Lk Ontario during a summer T storm and the winds blew the rain so hard that water came thru both rain fly and the nylon walls of a dome tent I no longer recall the brand of.
I recall sitting with a fixed blade knife in my hand in case the tent did blow down and break up, so I could get out. The whole point of staying inside the tent was just the attempt to save if from blowing into the lake.
The alloy poles did take a set and stayed that way until I sold that tent years later. My canoe was loaded with lake weeds of all sorts and very hard to find. I was lucky it was not wrecked being it was a WW-1 vintage Old Town Otka. All I could do was tie it down well... That boat was so full of weeds that at first i did believe it was gone.
Winter camping in the Whites: IMO tents are just a plain bad idea there. But i am reconsidering things myself. Must come with age.
I have woken up buried in deeper snow than I knew it to be, and dizzy, which says i almost never woke up at all.
Since that time i never used a tent again and used assorted bivey sacks pre gortex, and when gortex came to be i used them, and dug what we called a grave site, which was to get just under the wind.
Over to Thunderstorm Jct mid way between My Madison and Mt Adams, I encountered a ice block igloo, which was very well made. On that day I was a sub for the RMC care taker, and Pinkham Notch had radioed in requesting a search go out for lost hikers at the Madison AMC shelter.
Pinkham cautioned me as to the temp -20, wind speed 96 and gusting more, and the wind chill being something like -96 below.
I will admit it was a little brisk. At the time the RMC camp known as Grayknob (the old one) had one guest named Chris. He wanted to come with me if i went and so we both went.
On the way we tripped over the igloo and went in for a rest and to eat. I still have 35mm slides of this shelter from the inside, and just one of the outside since it is nearly invisible from the outside in the weather.
This is the trip i came as close as i ever have to get frost bite. At the time I didn't know parts of my face were exposed, and i only found out after seeing the slides my first time.
The point is that igloo was all sorts of warm and toasty inside compared to what was going on 12 inches on the other side of the ice blocks.
It is my hope to some how convert these slides in good quality to be digital images soon.
A reason for that is because the day before i was standing in about the same spot in blue skies later in the afternoon. Other reasons are I took pictures of strange markings I have not seen before, except one. The one I have seen before is a simple equilateral triangle painted on the summit stone of Mt Adams.
So I have no idea who built this igloo in a few hours of darkness when a storm came brewing, and find the entire event strange to this day, and I also hope to re-discover Chris somehow...
I could go on about wind, but perhaps this post has enough of my wind as it is now! (sorry)