Deluge Yesterday afternoon, Becky drove home to Lyme — 20+ miles as the crow flies — and mowed her lawn in the sun. Here is what happened here at camp: The morning clinics had all gone off without a hitch… though it was so muggy that Mike moved the lunchtime announcements into the shade. By 4PM, it was assured that most of the afternoon schedule would have to be scrapped. A “classic” photo of the forlorn program director!! When Mike found a 15 minute let-up in the torrential rains, he was able to get everyone down to the dining room to suggest a new batch of indoor options. Bingo had takers, who celebrated wins with popsicles. Our Wednesday supper picnic was driven indoors… and we stalled for time by awarding those much ballyhooed t-shirts to boys whose parents re-enrolled them early last autumn. (Some of you are in trouble for failing on this duty!) Amazingly, by 7 PM, most of the flood waters had subsided … making outdoor options available for some. These boys paddled the war canoe across the lake to observe a swollen stream entering Lake Tarleton. Each cabin selected its own thing to do. There were several versions of the “Mafia” game, outdoors for some… but indoors for most. Box Hockey always goes when the weather is lousy… as does ping pong… and board games. Kevin was laughing so hard at Crawford’s predicament that you seen him wiping a tear in this photo. Nobody seemed to mind at all that sports games and other outdoor mayhem had been canceled for the day… and the real silver lining to the cloud was that these highly active youngsters actually had a down day, replete with an early-to-bed regimen. Not bad, eh?