Crest

The water crested yesterday which means that it’s done rising and now it can start to recede. The basement of the stonehouse (which is where the staff live) has 5 feet of water in it. The sump pump stopped working and no one could reach us to fix it. Within a few hours there was a foot of water in the basement and it rose from there. I’m not sure if that house will survive this whole ordeal.

But Indian Point Lodge, which is at the center of camp and was built in 1923 didn’t flood like I feared. If the water had been an inch higher, it would have gone over the floor, but we got lucky.

The whole camp smells like dead fish and swamp. It’s disgusting and you get wet any time you walk anywhere. I’m sick of being sandy and damp and dirty and bored. I’m so thankful that the water didn’t go any higher and that it is done rising, and now I’m ready for a break. The momentum is usually there from a steady flow of activity, kids, and work is gone. I am tired and crabby. I know that when everyone gets back to camp and there is a long to do list, I will regain the energy that I lost, but for now, I’m headed to the city.