What's the WORST Experience You ever had at a RV/Camp site?
Care to share any of your Worst Experience at an RV park/Camp site, do to Loud music, Loud neighbors, Intoxication, Burglary, Accidents (auto/RV/TT/5er) or whatever?
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Years ago I borrowed my MIL's Roadtrek van to drag my quad out to a NF campground with access to a nice riding area. This particular NF is a PITA that requires you to purchase hang-tags to camp in designated areas, so I always have a couple in the glove box. I arrived and selected a site in the deserted CG, started a fire to get warm (it was January, after all). Then decided to hang my tag before I got too toasted to remember it. I found my tags and went to scratch off the dates, and dang, it had expired months before. The rangers in this particular district are somewhat strict, and knowing this, I decided to leave the CG and find a spot off a trail I had spotted a few miles back.
Arriving at my dispersed site, there was already a firepit, so I tossed some logs on and started to relax with a beer. After about ten minutes of burning, the fire started popping loudly. Not wood popping loud, but explosion loud, echoing off the nearby cliffs. Turns out some moron must have dumped ammunition in the firepit. Geez! I stood with my quad/trailer between me and the fire, but it was just too cold. I gave up, and crawled into the Roadtrek to get some sleep. It was a very cold night and I pretty much shivered all night long.
Up at dawn the next morning, temps in the mid twenties, and went to unload the quad. I figured a nice ride would get me out of the funk from the previous nights fun times. Hopped on the quad, turned the key, not even a click. The cold had killed the battery. At this point, I figured I better just throw in the towel. Loaded up and headed back to town.
I still believe a bad day camping is better than the best day at the office.
Arriving at my dispersed site, there was already a firepit, so I tossed some logs on and started to relax with a beer. After about ten minutes of burning, the fire started popping loudly. Not wood popping loud, but explosion loud, echoing off the nearby cliffs. Turns out some moron must have dumped ammunition in the firepit. Geez! I stood with my quad/trailer between me and the fire, but it was just too cold. I gave up, and crawled into the Roadtrek to get some sleep. It was a very cold night and I pretty much shivered all night long.
Up at dawn the next morning, temps in the mid twenties, and went to unload the quad. I figured a nice ride would get me out of the funk from the previous nights fun times. Hopped on the quad, turned the key, not even a click. The cold had killed the battery. At this point, I figured I better just throw in the towel. Loaded up and headed back to town.
I still believe a bad day camping is better than the best day at the office.
