We drove hundreds of miles to a festival. Parked in an open field, few trees here & there. We got there on Thursday about noon. The festival didn't start till Friday. Anyway's, unknown to us... many, many Cub scouts came in on Friday, to the left of us. Late Friday evening a camper came in, parked directly in front of us. Early Sat morning, about 8am, a couple in their 60's & a couple in their 80's came out of the camper, started a fire in the blowing wind, must have been 90+*'s, proceeded to sit in their in the bag chairs, arms folded, & stared @ the fire. No, they didn't get on the tractor tram to go visit the festival. They sat there, arms folded, copious amounts of HOT smoke directly coming into every part of our camper, Cub scouts DOING all they can & will do on the left. Hubby @ noon says--pack'er up, we're going home. We drove hundred of miles home. Yep, fun trip.