Day 2: It Got Real

Twas Monday, the second day of our camp, and the wind was especially feisty. Huddled in tight groups, the campers prayed for dear life for the temperatures to so rise, even by the slightest. They were flabbergasted  by strange messages on their devices, claiming that the temperatures were too damn low to be operational. Unfortunately, most of the campers had taken many a snow cannon to the face that day, and were not is in a-- how do i say? Cheerful mood? When the conditions were too awful to ski in, the campers spent time their time in a mess hall having heartfelt conversations or complaining about the seemingly unacceptable prices for hot cocoa. At one point in time, the campers shared a hearty laugh when their legendary leader, the glorious Daniel, fell face-first into the snow... Twas a good moment. Other campers decided to skip skiing for a while, and went to enjoy the comforting embrace of the pool, many of whom were alarmed to find out the water was a deceitful illusion. For the water was actually quite chilling. When the day came to a close, the campers returned to the cabin with high hope for warm showers, and most were not disappointed.