We have lots of trees which keep the winds near the ground quite a bit lower. Years ago this place was like being on a mountaintop. Spring thunderstorms with 30-40 mph gusts would roar through, all the doors in the house would slam and it sounded like firecrackers going off. Didn't even need thunder and the dogs were running for cover. Now we just hear roaring and if it gets bad (>50) cracking. Because the blue spruces are getting kind of tall, especially the 100 footers. Deck is littered with needles that are sharp as a tack and now sticking like the planks have wet paint on them.
Wind is one of my favorite things but with the cold that's coming, not so much! I do have proper PPE but it's like that scene out of A Christmas Story with Ralph's brother except I can, in fact, put my arms down. But keeping a 10mm socket in my hand is damn near impossible!