We've had trips in the Mojave where the winds were so crazy when we set up on arrival that we couldn't do anything but level up, deploy the slides, and run inside to hide. On one trip, we got up the next morning and the wind had blown away the earth beneath two of our six-point leveling jacks and they were just hanging in the air. The entire ground looked different that next morning with so much of the topsoil blown away and nothing but moon rocks all around.
When I first met my wife's family, they had a custom where "nobody is allowed to say 'The W-Word'". Evidently my mother in-law had a bad habit of saying, "This is so nice, and it's not even windy." So they forbade her or anyone else from saying the W-Word.
We carried on the tradition, and everyone who camps with us is now used to saying "it's not even blowing", but they don't say that word. When our kids were young, one of our daughters embraced that message and then named it The Walrus. So now even as adults, our kids say Walrus, as do most of the other families in our camp.
Don't say the dubya word.
