Wednesday, con’t
I’d read somewhere that Wilderness Lodge was one of a few designated resorts with special
Cool Kid Summer activities and this sign was prominently displayed in the lobby when Em and I returned from DHS.
I’m sure the pajama party on the lawn last night didn’t happen!


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We quickly changed into swimwear and went down to the pool. Nothing but blue sky and a few puffy clouds!
The water beckoned us right in. We floated around for several minutes and then felt a few raindrops coming from the mostly-clear sky. Everyone around us had the same perplexed expression -
where’s the rain coming from?
Suddenly those drops became steady. A quick glance at the sky revealed a gray cloud which we all assumed had produced a simple cloudburst due to the humidity. There was no lightning or thunder and no lifeguards came to close the pool.
And then it happened.
The downpour to end all downpours. Em and I had already begun making our way to the shallow end when the steady droplets began, planning to grab our towels off the loungers and seek shelter until the rain stopped. There was no time to grab our towels and no place to seek shelter except the overhang of the restroom building.
Strong winds had begun to blow and it was raining sideways. We were laughing hysterically at the irony of our being wet from a dip in the pool, now trying to avoid rain. But we were getting pelted and it hurt!
To illustrate the scene, I took these pictures on another day. The first is the loungers upon which we had placed all our stuff. They were not covered by an umbrella and were open to the elements.
The next picture shows the small overhang where Em and I huddled together attempting to avoid the monsoon. We avoided going
into the restroom because we knew the air conditioning would be freezing.
It quickly occurred to me that our electronic devices might be getting soaked, and Em offered to run to the chairs to grab our pool bag. Meanwhile I noticed I could grab a couple dry towels from a nearby bin. We reunited under the overhang and made the executive decision to brave the restroom.
More laughter at the irony of going from sweating to death to freezing to death in under an hour!
Every couple minutes we opened the restroom door to see if the rain had stopped or at least slowed in intensity. Finally, soaked to the skin with goosebumps, we could take it no longer. We dashed out the door, out the back pool gate, and hustled to the covered walkway which leads to the WL lobby.
It was a cold trek to our room. An hour after we’d arrived at the pool, I stood outside on the balcony to stay warm while Em showered.