Snowfall

A group of boy scouts were camping in the woods for a weekend.

It was one of their first camping trips during the winter.

Of course, their trips during the summer and fall were very straightforward. Because of the good weather, the boys did not have to pack much more than their tents and canteens.

But setting up camp at the foot of a mountain range in the middle of December proved to be a little more challenging.

Their firemaking skills were the greatest thing tested, for obvious reason, but their scoutmasters were very adept teachers and the boys hardly suffered through any hardship.

In fact, they had a lot of free time, and in order to pass it they played a little game of intuition.

One boy claimed that it would snow later on that night, intuiting from the fact of the low cloud cover, dampness in the air

This claim didn’t go over well with the rest of the boys, in fact, they lambasted him over the fact that the area had only a couple inches of snowfall over the past couple of years.

But the boy persisted, even volunteering a that the system will drop 3 to 6 inches of snow on the ground.

At this bold statement of prediction, the boys perked up; intrigued at the specific amount offered.

This was not all, so confident that he was going to be correct, he decided to place a bet; if he was correct, he would collect everyone’s pocket knives.

This was agreed upon, but it was certainly not agreeable to the other boys when they woke up to a good five inches of snow on the ground the next morning.

Hesitant, but agreeing to the terms, the boys handed over their knives to the intuitive boy, but not without first asking how he was able to know what would happen.

“I called upon all the resources at my disposal, the drop in temperature, the drop in air pressure…

...and weather.com.”

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