We camped in the heart of The Enchantments, along an achingly beautiful body of water called Sprite Lakelet, where we were visited frequently by Mountain Goats. Cutthroat Trout swam in the cool waters and mountains towered above. It was heaven, or a good facsimile.
Finally, after about an hour, and rumors of another storm approaching, we trooped outside to assess the damage. It was extensive in some areas of the show, with a great many artists losing weeks or months of work. Tent poles were twisted and display panels collapsed and tents torn up and artwork soggy and broken. It was so sad.