This summer I'm working at a Christian summer camp. I'm in the kitchen with one of my good friends, Andre. We got through a week of staff training (I missed the first week of training because of finals and graduation -- I graduated high school, by the way!) and half a week of camp.

Then it flooded. Everywhere. Stupid Pocono Mountains.

I walked down to the kitchen this morning just after 7 and was met with this site.










There was a river running through our Lower Meadow.

And several inches of water in my kitchen.



Our trash cans were floating away.

More Lower Meadow






^View from staff lounge above kitchen^

Bob's Depot, our gym/big space/basketball court/worship area, was a bit... um... under water as well.


Bob's


Looking toward the path to Jr/Sr High


Looking toward Lower Meadow


Ian, our lifeguard/nurse, standing near Bob's


Jr/Sr High path log that floated significantly down the path


Took this picture standing on the log
Istvan and Kali


Istvan, from Hungary



There a swinging bridge going between Jr. and Sr. High that runs over Pocono Creek. There is usually a good 10 foot drop below the bridge before you hit any water. The water was running maybe 5 inches below the ends of the bridge, barely underneath it in the middle. A huge wedge of land was underwater and added to the creek, which decided to float down the path to Bob's and thus into Lower Meadow. Our pond has expanded a lot. The dock floated away. Meadowside, a building in Upper Meadow, is an island. The kitchen is screwed.

Life sucks a little. It was exciting. But now the camp might not re-open.

-Rachel