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:

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.

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!)

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…