This is a story, a story of the most clairvoyant I’ve ever been ever.
Some of you might recall that anytime I even get the sense it might rain, I instantly go unplug all my stuff for fear that there’s going to be a huge lightning storm or something. While I’m up at camp however, I don’t always have that luxury of being near my stuff.
Usually that means I just unplug everything when I leave my cabin in the morning.
This past Monday, I did not do that.
It was kind of cloudy, but there were patches of blue skies here and there. I had just walked down to the waterfront when I noticed a few doomsday-esque clouds rolling over the mountains.
“I’m… gonna go unplug my stuff,” I mentioned to Dan and walked off.
My cabin is on the opposite edge of the tennis courts on the road to the horsebarn. When I stepped on the tennis court, everything was fine. By the time I crossed to the other side, it began drizzling. By the time I got on my porch, it was raining.
I went inside, unplugged everything, returned to the porch and…
…full on monsoon. The wind was absolutely bananas, I thought the windows were all going to break. Rain going sideways, trees bending far enough I was shocked they didn’t snap like twigs… it was an hour long storm that might be the worst weather I’ve ever seen at camp.
Also, the power went out again.