What's the WORST Experience You ever had at a RV/Camp site?

drsteve wrote:

temccarthy1 wrote:
Back in the mid 80's we had a Coleman PUP . On our first year, we camped at a lake in Ohio near a large Amusement park and I made the mistake of unhooking my (only 1000 lb) camper from the car to roll it into position at the site. Unfortunately I was on an incline, it started down the hill toward the lake with me trying to hold onto the tongue! It gained speed, pulled me onto my back under the tongue and dragged me down the hill at least 75 ft . Would have rolled right into the lake except that there was a small tree in my path thank God! The back of the camper hit the tree squarely and stopped! We used that camper for 30 more years with that big dent in the back aluminum cover of the PUP and learned the hard way to back into position and chock the wheels BEFORE unhooking!

Was it Geauga Lake? If so, we stayed there once and the campground was awful. Poorly maintained, indifferent staff, raccoons hanging from overflowing dumpsters... oh, and the dump station. Don't get me started on the dump station.

Yes, It was that Geauga Lake Campground! Thanks for reminding me!

Enjoyed reading all of the posts, thanks for taking the time to share.

We used to go camping over Thanksgiving at Kanopolis St. Park in the COE campground. A few years back they decided to start closing during the winter, we didn't discover that until we arrived, we weren't prepared to camp without electric hook ups that weekend so we ended up at the campground below the spillway. Well apparently the site we chose on Wednesday was used by a group on Friday that meets there every year, for the day, this site was not one that could be reserved btw. They ended up at the next site for the day giving us the occasional dirty glance but no more than that. Noticed the next morning that the hitch had been stolen off of my truck, fortunately it wasn't Sunday morning as we were getting ready to leave. I now have a lock that I use whenever the hitch is in.

Still had a great trip and the weather was beautiful!

temccarthy1 wrote:
Back in the mid 80's we had a Coleman PUP . On our first year, we camped at a lake in Ohio near a large Amusement park and I made the mistake of unhooking my (only 1000 lb) camper from the car to roll it into position at the site. Unfortunately I was on an incline, it started down the hill toward the lake with me trying to hold onto the tongue! It gained speed, pulled me onto my back under the tongue and dragged me down the hill at least 75 ft . Would have rolled right into the lake except that there was a small tree in my path thank God! The back of the camper hit the tree squarely and stopped! We used that camper for 30 more years with that big dent in the back aluminum cover of the PUP and learned the hard way to back into position and chock the wheels BEFORE unhooking!

Was it Geauga Lake? If so, we stayed there once and the campground was awful. Poorly maintained, indifferent staff, raccoons hanging from overflowing dumpsters... oh, and the dump station. Don't get me started on the dump station.

Back in the mid 80's we had a Coleman PUP . On our first year, we camped at a lake in Ohio near a large Amusement park and I made the mistake of unhooking my (only 1000 lb) camper from the car to roll it into position at the site. Unfortunately I was on an incline, it started down the hill toward the lake with me trying to hold onto the tongue! It gained speed, pulled me onto my back under the tongue and dragged me down the hill at least 75 ft . Would have rolled right into the lake except that there was a small tree in my path thank God! The back of the camper hit the tree squarely and stopped! We used that camper for 30 more years with that big dent in the back aluminum cover of the PUP and learned the hard way to back into position and chock the wheels BEFORE unhooking!

4x4van wrote:
We do a large group gathering at Glamis every year for Thanksgiving, and last year a group were camped next to us who were, shall we say, a bit more rowdy than we are? We can get pretty loud and obnoxious ourselves, but always respect quiet time and others around us. We usually load up on Saturday night and pull out first thing in the morning, in order to beat the traffic on Sunday, and this time was no different.

Around 11pm, the group next door started to shoot off fireworks to go along with their super loud "questionable" lyric "music". Fine, I'm not a prude and there's nothing out there to catch fire but sand...Wait, and RVs... The amount of alcohol was having an effect, and their aim started getting worse. After a couple large bottle rockets fell over and fired towards our camp, we were getting ready to intervene when one fell over and fired off directly into the side of one of our rigs.

Immediately, we had every male (and many females) in our group in their faces to quiet down, shut down, get control of their "fun", etc. They apologized, and we returned to our rigs to try to get a bit of sleep before morning, but they decided to push things, and started to actually "aim" the fireworks towards us, running inside their DPs each time and hiding/refusing to come out. We called the Sheriff, but it took 30-45 minutes for them to show, and the group refused to come out of their DP,s pretending to be asleep even with the Sheriff's spotlight, flashing lights, loudspeaker, and banging on the doors.

By this time, it was 2am, and since we were in fact already "loaded", we pulled out, cruised about 1 mile down the road, and parked to finish getting a few Zs before heading home at the crack of dawn.

Those people could have been in need of some sort of medical help if they weren't able to come to the door. Sheriff should have started busting windows out to rescue them. ;)

We do a large group gathering at Glamis every year for Thanksgiving, and last year a group were camped next to us who were, shall we say, a bit more rowdy than we are? We can get pretty loud and obnoxious ourselves, but always respect quiet time and others around us. We usually load up on Saturday night and pull out first thing in the morning, in order to beat the traffic on Sunday, and this time was no different.

Around 11pm, the group next door started to shoot off fireworks to go along with their super loud "questionable" lyric "music". Fine, I'm not a prude and there's nothing out there to catch fire but sand...Wait, and RVs... The amount of alcohol was having an effect, and their aim started getting worse. After a couple large bottle rockets fell over and fired towards our camp, we were getting ready to intervene when one fell over and fired off directly into the side of one of our rigs.

Immediately, we had every male (and many females) in our group in their faces to quiet down, shut down, get control of their "fun", etc. They apologized, and we returned to our rigs to try to get a bit of sleep before morning, but they decided to push things, and started to actually "aim" the fireworks towards us, running inside their DPs each time and hiding/refusing to come out. We called the Sheriff, but it took 30-45 minutes for them to show, and the group refused to come out of their DP,s pretending to be asleep even with the Sheriff's spotlight, flashing lights, loudspeaker, and banging on the doors.

By this time, it was 2am, and since we were in fact already "loaded", we pulled out, cruised about 1 mile down the road, and parked to finish getting a few Zs before heading home at the crack of dawn.

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.

Chainwright wrote:

hokeypokey wrote:
Got 2 fingers pinched in an aluminum door frame as we were setting up a pop up years ago. Pain didn't let up until 10 pm. I was pretty rung out from it, so I thought I'd take a shower at the shower house then go to bed. The sidewalk wasn't well lighted and I fell straight forward when I caught my foot on a substantial raise in the sidewalk. Got the wind knocked out of me and scraped both knees and palm of one hand. Next day I had a nice beach towel stolen from right under my nose at the pool. Camping trip from Hell.

Daaaang, sounds like some "stuff" straight outt'of a Movie.

...starring Moe Howard, Larry Fine, and Curley Howard?

Nothing that I have seen can top my friend & his wife's experience: two idiots about 100' away got drunk.

After a case of Corona each, they decided that 1am was a good time to start YODELING.

I don't recall a "worst" - but certainly remember the "most different". I had booked a private campground for our extended family, so we could all go kayaking. The campground had been recommended by a friend who had camped there a few times with her church group, and they always had a wonderful time.

Welllll, between my friend's last trip and our arrival, the camp had been sold to a new group, supporting the Medical Marijuana users - its new nickname was "Cannabis Camp". The good? Everyone was super-friendly :-) and we had live music all day long and late into the night - since we don't mind the Grateful Dead, Tom Petty, etc we were OK with that. The not-so-good: zero maintenance had been done since the change in ownership. Our picnic-table-pavilion had a wasp nest larger than a football in the rafters. And the kayak trip, which was supposed to be a 2-hour beginner-level trip, turned into a 5 hour obstacle course, starting with the drop-off point which entailed about a 200' slog through thigh-deep muck. Oh yeah - and after that trip, you were treated to an ice-cold shower, because nobody had hooked up the new water heater.

Funniest moment: when my 5 yr old granddaughter asked her mom "Why is everyone wearing shirts with leaves on them?" and my daughter didn't miss a beat: "They're Canadian, honey" (my apologies to our Canadian members, some day we'll tell her the truth - that your maple leaves are red)