March comes in like a lion..

All storms.. especially the quick-moving ones that are full of dark rain clouds and have mountains in the backdrop, bring me right to Moose Lake. That's right, Camp Barry. I've always loved the rain - so peaceful and cleansing, listening to its pitter patter on the roof and gutter from my room at home. Wherever you may be when a rainstorm approaches, your mentality will change dramatically one way or another. Unless I'm out camping and somehow forgot to "Camp-dry" everything I own (thanks, dad), my spirits are usually lifted. So clean and cool, the droplets fall from the big looming rainclouds that change the dynamic of the sky so quickly and severely. BESIDES, you may be lucky enough to catch a rainbow at the end of the storm, and there will surely be some fabulous mud to stomp around in and cheer you up the following day. a quick, heart-warming story.. This summer will be our fourth Camp Barry at Moose Lake. Lovely, lovely Moose lake with sky-blue pinks and looming mountains and a shimmering lake to reflect the whole scene. The first year there was epic, starting a whole new era in CB history. We not only insisted on holding a "Barry Christmas" in the middle of the week and the uncles deep-fried a turkey (which I hope I will get to sample this year), we had our first big snowstorm. (!) I think it was the last night before we had to leave CB, which is THE saddest time of the whole year; it means 358 days until the next Camp. Jenny, ML and I were all sharing a room that year, and the storm woke Jen up. Her maternal instincts kicked in, and she woke up all of her cousins on the floor! She insisted that being downstairs was safer than our rooms, even though the whole main floor is lined with picture windows. Picture windows perfect for cuddling up in the middle of the night and watching the rain beat down on our Moose Lake and the storm clouds mix with the sunrise. Okay, well five minutes after we were woken, the guys went back upstairs to sleep, but the GIRLS, we really enjoyed this moment. Together. The Barry girlies. So now each time I hear the rain or see the grey storm clouds moving in, I'm overcome with calm and think of Jen's early-morning rescue. <3