It was almost lunch yesterday when the other side of the valley disappeared behind a wall of cloud. These sights can be amazing to those who only spend two weeks of the year up in the Valley, and the rain that comes with such clouds is often a spectacle to be witnessed, yet my first thought was to wonder how i would get to the Dining Hall dry for my meal.
I have forgiven myself for this momentary lapse in professionalism; rain this good has to be met with mud slides and puddle dives. It took this group of crazy staff and campers to remind me what we do when it rains.
Enjoy the madness that is 11.30am on a Monday at Frost Valley.