We quickly threw on our shoes and ran outside. The tent shed had transformed itself into a giant sail. The front end, with each gust was pulling itself out of the ground by about 4 feet, and inching the whole thing backwards each time.
As I was looking around for cinder blocks and bungee cords, a big gust came and flipped the entire structure on it's side. Luckily , none of it even touched the boat. Kathy and I flipped it back over and started straightening it out. The two rear legs were bent a little, but I was able to bend them back into shape for the most part. We wound up having to open up the front and back doors in order to let the wind pass through the tent rather than pushing against it.
The stakes that came with the tent were utterly useless, so we had to tie the tent down to the heaviest thing we could find - the boat. With several bungie cords and an old broken 100 foot extention cord we tied the frame of the tent to the trailer under the boat.
Now the boat is filled with dirt and leaves. But all the sawdust and paint chips are gone.