Sometimes after a steamy afternoon, the hot air rises, clouds form over the mountains and a heavy summer rain falls. Thunder heralds the warning and for a moment the drops fall like mini water-bomb artillery pounding the blacktop, grass and trees. Campers squeal as they run for cover through the deluge and as fast as it starts it slows and trickles to a stop. Now the magic really happens….cooling rain triggers humidity that rises from the ground and the lake; it merges with the mist left drifting in the trees and a magical quality of light seeps through the heavy air as the sun wrestles with thick atmosphere. These are the visions of Blue Star, “forever home”.
