Some people and most cats are not thrilled at the idea of water falling from the sky. “Hiss to that!” they hiss whenever rain clouds threaten to disrupt their haughty cushion time in the afternoon sun. However, like frogs, Surfing World campers welcome rain with great excitement and expectation. Why? Because it fills the ponds, brings the swells and, best of all, weeds out the pussy cats who don’t like it. They know that camping in the rain fully rules! Unless your tent leaks, then it sucks like hell. Shoulda got a Poler!
For the two years previous, the Surfing World Camp had been blessed with bluebird days. Cloudless, UV soaked, postcard dreaminess from sunup to sundown with shoulder high swells fanned to perfection by light offshore breezes. In the…