Campground etiquette

I’ve read lots of blogs where fulltimers complain about weekend warriors with their noisy dogs and children and music and campfire smoke.  Now, dogs left to bark incessantly do get on my last nerve, but I can put up with some of those other things for two days.  Having spent many summers as a campground host, I’ve pretty much seen it all.

Today was a corker for me, though.  The way this campground is set up, every two sites share a LARGE yard out their passenger side doors.  This means that the driver’s side of each site is pretty close to the neighbor on that side.  I’ve been here almost six weeks now, and have had excellent neighbors the entire time.

When my neighbor on my driver’s side left today, it was only about a half hour before the next motorhome moved in.  I need to preface this by stating that I have a site where you drive in face first.  So, I set up my satellite DISH at the rear of my motorhome.  Not one person in five weeks has interfered with that setup.  The new motorhome backed into the site and the husband was happy with the job.  Not the wife, however.  She decided he needed to move their motorhome forward about ten feet.  Why, I don’t know.  There is no one in back of them.  The husband pointed out that this would totally block my dish.  Her answer…”So what!  She can move it!”  She’s obviously the boss there, so move it he did, and yes, I had to move the dish.
Of course, she had a roof mounted automatic dome, and obviously doesn’t understand the challenge involved in moving mine.  It took me close to two hours to find another spot where I could get a signal.  Shame on me, but as I was sweating away moving the cement blocks and trying to level the dish, my imagination was putting a layer of sharp nails under their tires.  :(

After they set up with all that extra room behind their rig, they jumped into their toad to head out.  Instead of following the camp roads, they cut right across over the grass through the yard of the two rigs across from us.  I couldn’t believe it.  Where did these people come from?  I hesitate to say…California.  (sorry Merikay)  My guess is they are not fulltimers, as they don’t even have the proper screw in thingy for the dump hose.
 
OMG!  I just looked out my front window, and this same guy has brought his dog into my yard to do his business.  Ugh!  Okay, so now I’m glad they’re only staying two nights.  Emily Post, send them a long message!

I’m having to remind myself that this too will pass.  :) 

Thanks for stopping by….talk to you later,  Judy