My FWC Fleet performed admirably one night camped near the canyon edge at Muley Point. There was no wind at dusk, so I thought I'd be OK and the view there is spectacular. In the night the wind rose and became strong and gusty, then stronger and harder. Each blast hammered my poor camper and my wits. I didn't see how it would survive. I entertained the thought that between bouts of wind I would lower and latch the roof, but realized if a gust caught the roof between up and down it would likely rip it off. So I stayed in my bed, wide awake for hours until the wind moderated and I was able to drift off. A scary experience, but the camper came through like a champion, and the morning was glorious.