[cardcrimson]

I remember the Stanford 82-83 El Niño winter - We'd drawn into the opening year of the Governor's Corner Suites which weren't ready for the Fall quarter so we were placed into "the trailers" - this turned out to be a VERY wet 3 months.  It was a great time for my group of friends despite the extreme rain. We elected to cook for ourselves and regularly had multiple friends hanging out, playing early video games, and eating with us.  We were also regularly invaded by ants but I hear that was normal for the trailers and not necessarily related to the wet conditions.

The trailers were arranged in 3 units pods and one of the nearby pods housed another set of friends.  Their pod included a large oak tree that blew over into two of the trailers during dead week if I remember correctly.  The constant soaking rain compromised the rooting forcing them to be rehoused.  They were intense pre-meds/econ types and not pleased.

I just remember weeks of continuous rain and blustery winds countered by a housing community that was warm, friendly, and a great respite from the cold outdoors.

I know others HATED the trailers but I carry kind thoughts and good memories of our short time there and the winter of 82/83.

/Lefty

When I lived in Arroyo, the last year it was all freshman, we had a funnelator that could reach the second row of trailers in Manzanita. The sound of an orange hitting the side of a trailer from that distance was deafening. . . .

[cardcrimson]

I remember the Stanford 82-83 El Niño winter - We'd drawn into the opening year of the Governor's Corner Suites which weren't ready for the Fall quarter so we were placed into "the trailers" - this turned out to be a VERY wet 3 months.  It was a great time for my group of friends despite the extreme rain. We elected to cook for ourselves and regularly had multiple friends hanging out, playing early video games, and eating with us.  We were also regularly invaded by ants but I hear that was normal for the trailers and not necessarily related to the wet conditions.

The trailers were arranged in 3 units pods and one of the nearby pods housed another set of friends.  Their pod included a large oak tree that blew over into two of the trailers during dead week if I remember correctly.  The constant soaking rain compromised the rooting forcing them to be rehoused.  They were intense pre-meds/econ types and not pleased.

I just remember weeks of continuous rain and blustery winds countered by a housing community that was warm, friendly, and a great respite from the cold outdoors.

I know others HATED the trailers but I carry kind thoughts and good memories of our short time there and the winter of 82/83.

/Lefty

When I lived in Arroyo, the last year it was all freshman, we had a funnelator that could reach the second row of trailers in Manzanita. The sound of an orange hitting the side of a trailer from that distance was deafening. . . .