So it’s my second day at camp I'm speaking at and I’ve realized why I don’t like the cold weather… because it’s cold. Really cold. The kind of cold that makes you wish you were short enough for your sleeping bag to cover up all of you. So cold that whenever you hear someone say that they’ve been in colder weather you want to slap them with a salmon that has been dipped in the cold waters that surround the cold cabins, making them ever colder than they should be to begin with.
Did I mention yet how cold I am?