These are NOT happy people. They trained in pretty weather. They are now wet. Their clothing is not adequate. The wet socks and shoes have made blisters. YOU try and cheer these people up!
It was clear at lunchtime that trying to go to camp was not a viable option. The staff knew that if the forced the issue the trucks would get stuck in the mud and that the tents would leak like sieves. So we were sent to an abandoned office park building to settle in for the night. I thought it was great. Lots of other folks didn't. I was dry. There was access to real toilets. And I had saved back some peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches for dinner. In order to have the spaghetti dinner that was planned you had to bus over to camp to the big tent. I was TIRED so I ate my sandwiches and hit the hay. I heard later it took over 3 hours to get people back from camp with the limited buses available. People got back to the office covered in mud up to their ankles.
This is the unloading area for our luggage. All the luggage sat outside in the rain for several hours. I was SO thankful that when I opened my stuff up, nothing was wet. What kind of miracle is that!
I found my bag and sleeping bag and I was so tired I really couldn't carry them. A man with one leg carried it for me (a walker with a prosthetic leg) into the building. I looked at him and went, "Man, I only lost my boobs. That's a LOT easier than losing a leg!" He never let on like he was having any discomfort or problem. He was just a guy. Not a guy with one leg. I was so grateful for the help.
More than a thousand people spent the night on the floor of this building. I was comfy and can highly recommend the Eddie Bauer self-inflatable camping mattress. Worked well.
There was some excitement that night. I'll write about it, but maybe not tomorrrow night. I have art class tomorrow night. Stay tuned for further installments.