Just Saying... Bizarre People at State Park Campgrounds
Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:54 pm
OK, I'll admit it. This is my third attempt at camping with S/O because he loves it. He was prepared to go by himself for two nights but I (being the good S/O that I am) said I'll go with you
Went to Table Rock, SC. Of course, they were booked for the 4th weekend. We had a relatively decent spot if you consider being surrounded by motor homes that cost more than our house (now, that's camping!).
Let's see, where to begin. We set up our modest two person tent, blow up the mattress that GMD bought so his little flower could be comforable), GHM fixes up the inside for the most comfort possible. GHD knows how skeptical I am of going again so he bought me a battery powered hang up fan for the tent! We are chilling around the campfire, drinking our respective wine boxes (did I say no alcohol allowed in state parks?
) when all of a sudden out of nowhere at 7:30 pm comes the karaoke from hell. At first I thought it was karaoke but then realized it was recorded songs with about 50 people singing along in (insert the culture). Now, I am not one to put down another person's religion or culture but by God I thought I was camping in the great outdoors to listen to birds and squirrels and whatever else....but no, we had a songfest that lasted from 7:30 until 10:00 pm, clappy, clappy happy group. As I'm staring up the hill and the public restrooms/showers and listening to the door slam about every 30 minutes, I'm thinking what the hell was I thinking
But with enough vino by 10:00 pm I had a smile on my face and had to go to bed.
7:00 am of day two and I'm sitting in my chair drinking coffee in my pj's and looking real snazzy in my flannel martini glass pj's with my hair stuck up on the top of my head when here comes Ted. Ted "loves everybody in the campground and everybody loves Ted" in his golf cart with a horn on it that he is honking every 30 feet that sounds like projectile vomiting...no shizzle
He's picking up old ladies, dogs, whoever will ride with him. He makes this roll at least 50 times a day until he can't see to drive anymore. Oh my lord, just give me medication and let me crawl back in that tent (with the ceiling fan, I might add) and make them all go away.
8:00 pm of day two finds us drinking heavily waiting for what is to come. Happy, happy, joy, joy starts right on time this time accompanied by much tapping and clapping (sounds like a square dance) and many, many songs. The guy in the tent closest to us starts yodeling but it doesn't faze the (insert here religion and culture) crowd who are just so happy to share their religion with the other 500 people in the campground.
Morning of day three (today) finds us trying to light the Barbie to Go which turns out to be the Barbie Done Gone that wouldn't hold a light to the lovely charcoal interior. Guess we might have figured that at 2.99 each at Target it was a hit and miss. We would have used the firewood that we bought at the camp store, but alas it was damp...go figure.
Will I try it again? Only if I can hike in to a pristine spot by ice cold running water and nothing but the sound of birds, squirrels, wind, etc. Did I mention that I am deathly afraid of bears? I would risk it to be in that spot that didn't support really bizarre (where do they come from?) campers
Thanks for listening to my rant....I feel so much better now

Let's see, where to begin. We set up our modest two person tent, blow up the mattress that GMD bought so his little flower could be comforable), GHM fixes up the inside for the most comfort possible. GHD knows how skeptical I am of going again so he bought me a battery powered hang up fan for the tent! We are chilling around the campfire, drinking our respective wine boxes (did I say no alcohol allowed in state parks?


7:00 am of day two and I'm sitting in my chair drinking coffee in my pj's and looking real snazzy in my flannel martini glass pj's with my hair stuck up on the top of my head when here comes Ted. Ted "loves everybody in the campground and everybody loves Ted" in his golf cart with a horn on it that he is honking every 30 feet that sounds like projectile vomiting...no shizzle

8:00 pm of day two finds us drinking heavily waiting for what is to come. Happy, happy, joy, joy starts right on time this time accompanied by much tapping and clapping (sounds like a square dance) and many, many songs. The guy in the tent closest to us starts yodeling but it doesn't faze the (insert here religion and culture) crowd who are just so happy to share their religion with the other 500 people in the campground.
Morning of day three (today) finds us trying to light the Barbie to Go which turns out to be the Barbie Done Gone that wouldn't hold a light to the lovely charcoal interior. Guess we might have figured that at 2.99 each at Target it was a hit and miss. We would have used the firewood that we bought at the camp store, but alas it was damp...go figure.
Will I try it again? Only if I can hike in to a pristine spot by ice cold running water and nothing but the sound of birds, squirrels, wind, etc. Did I mention that I am deathly afraid of bears? I would risk it to be in that spot that didn't support really bizarre (where do they come from?) campers

Thanks for listening to my rant....I feel so much better now
