At camp, we have a limited time to pack in as much excitement as possible; meaning that rain never
cancels plans. It might change them, though.
Last night’s evening program of Mountain Party was to be a field day to end all field days.
Watermelon, a slip-and- slide, cuddly bunnies, and lots of Frisbees as far as the eye could see across
the front field.
Then it started to sprinkle. Then it started to rain. Then it started to pour. In typical
mountain fashion, clear skies turned thunderous and full of lightning faster than you can say
“banjo.”
In an amazingly coordinated feat, all children were flagged down and ushered into the
Gazebo as staff relocated the snack table and saved the instruments from certain doom. The rest of
the night was spent under cover until a mad dash back to the cabins. Shrieks of amusement, not
fear, echoed through Base Camp with the thunder. My cabin of seasoned campers was of the
opinion that the storm had turned a fun night into a memorable night, and I certainly agreed.