Our Worst Camping Weekend

portscanner wrote:
About a year and a half ago, we and another couple when down to a state park in Georgia. When we got there, the place was nearly empty and we thought "Oh Boy!!! Peace and quiet!!!"

About an hour later, THEY started showing up. Car load after car load of.....kids, kids and MORE KIDS! There were rug rats everywhere!! They were setting up tents everywhere, then the kids started running around, playing ball, riding their bikes.......there must have been THOUSANDS!! (actually there were probably around 30)

Then it got worse.

I saw that there was five of what I like to call "Foo foo" dogs. You know the type. About the only thing they are useful for is to strap them on the end of a broom stick and use them as dust mops. Little ankle biters that run at you and yip and poop all over the place.

Then it happened.

Yup. It got even worse.

One of the kids threw and errant football. Didnt hit anything, just bounced 10 feet away from me as I sat near our campfire. The kid ran over, looked me square in the eye and said.......

"Excuse me sir, I am sorry about that, I will be more careful next time. May I please walk through and get my ball?"

Gobsmacked at that little whipper snappers attitude, all I could say was "No damage done! Go and get it!" and with a polite "Thank you, sir" he grabbed his ball and ran off.

It was then my wife and I noticed the most shocking thing...how quiet it was. Oh, there was chatter and laughter and the sounds of running feet, but there wasnt the screaming and yelling and cursing and barking and howling and growling and shrieking you normally would normally associate with a crowd like this.

After our dinner we decided to go for a stroll. The only direction was past this unruly bunch, so we steeled ourselves for the worse and took it with stride. As we walked by them, they were still running any playing, but as they saw us they stepped aside or stopped riding their bikes. They then turned toward us and looked us in the face and then bombarded us with ..........

"Excuse me, sir! (or mam if they were looking at my wife or my friends wife)" "Good evening" "How are you!" When we passed near the dogs, they jumped up and started wagging their tails - but never left where they were at. All of them were on short leashes.

When we got back from our stroll, around 2000, all of them had returned to their camp sites and we did not hear a peep out of them until late the next morning. Oh they were our running around at about 0800, but they were as quiet as can be.

When they left the following afternoon, their camp sites were cleaner than what they were when they got there - and not one piece of poo (from the kids or the dogs) could I see.

Not making light of the O.P.'s legitimate problems. Just pointing out that on rare occasions, there are some good groups out there.

Just had to share that.

You now may return to your regularly scheduled "dogs and kids are evil" thread.
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