These days, there's not too much wind. The exception, of course, is when some squirrelly and powerful breeze briefly attacks from the mainland. This happens every few days or so during the rainy season, mostly when you're not expecting it, which generally means at night. There can be sudden blasts of wind funneling down from the green rampart of mountains along the coast, which are only a few miles away. These wind storms, sometimes with heavy rains and sometimes with none, can knock your socks off at a consistent 30-40 knots, generally out of the southwest, and last for less than a couple of hours, then peter out to nothing, leaving us suffused with adrenaline and not likely to return quickly to snooze. (Nocturnal excitements have always been my excuse for afternoon naps.) The weather systems in the San Blas are sandwiched between offshore and mountain forces, so some days we get an hour or two of black skies with torrential rains that can fill our dinghy to overflow. Then, 10 minutes later, the sky turns clear blue and bright, and during all of this there may be fewer than five knots of wind and sometimes none at all. It's eerie. But I think of Sand Dollar, and I don't complain.