From high atop Mt. Krenzel, overlooking the pastoral Olentangy Valley, Jeff Hassler mans his post at Watershed Central. Not until the Spring Thaw will Jeff stagger down from his command station stinking of wet St. Bernards and Brandy, and even then it will only be for a single post-Memorial Day dip in the Upper Arlington Community Pool. For just the faintest scent of Coppertone, just the most sideways glance at long-limbed, suburban blondes rising in drenched splendor from depths of 3FT (No Diving!) is enough to gird Jeff against another long winter in Camp Watershed.