Labor Day weekend has come and gone. Summer is officially over. And what a wild ending it was!
Thursday the campers started rolling in for the long weekend. And rolling in. And rolling in. We were pretty well tuckered out by 11 when we locked up. We came in and watched the evening news and had supper. Then we went to bed. Shortly after midnight, just as we were nodding off to sleep, a pickup truck with a slide-in camper and towing a boat pulled in, followed by a car.
We propped ourselves up on our elbows to look out the bedroom window and watch what happened. The driver of the pickup hopped out of the truck with his chest all puffed up with self-importance. A couple of kids piled out the other side of the truck. The driver jabbed the intercom button and said something. Of course, the intercom goes to the store so there was no one who could hear him. The kids proceeded to wander around the parking lot, looking here and there. The driver stomped over to the locked entrance gate, then went back to the intercom and poked it again with no results. Next he started walking over to our camper. But he turned around without knocking on our door and checked the other gates and found them also locked. He came back to our camper and this time he knocked on the door. I answered the door in my jammies.
He said he had a reservation and he demanded to be let into the campground. I told him he would have to wait until morning, the gate is locked at 11pm and isn’t opened until 7am. “It didn’t used to be like that!” he snapped and walked away before I could tell him he could sleep in his camper in the parking lot. Several other late arrivals have done that without even bothering to wake us up.
He went back into the parking lot and looked at the tire traps — you know, those spikey things that you can only go over one way — at the campground exit. It has a DO NOT ENTER sign and a WARNING: SEVERE TIRE DAMAGE sign on either side of it. He got two of his boys to stand on them to hold them down. Richard started getting dressed and headed out the door. The car drove over the tire traps while the kids stood on them and the pickup was getting lined up to drive over them when Richard got out there and stopped them.
Richard told them they weren’t allowed to enter the campground after 11 and it was well after midnight. The driver said he was going to talk to the owner in the morning. But Rick had heard my exchange with the driver, and had seen Richard go flying out of the camper shortly after that. So Rick had pulled on his jeans and a shirt and came out just then. Richard said, “You don’t have to wait till morning, you can talk to the owner now.”
Rick reiterated what we had said, and invited the group to sleep in their camper in the parking lot. But they left and drove into town and took a motel room for the night.
Friday, things were busy. The campground was booked full for the weekend. Or aas full as they want it — they always leave a few sites unbooked to accomodate the unexpected. We had some campers who felt the “no more than 2 tents on a site” rule didn’t apply to them. Some of them had to be told several times to either take down tents or rent another site to accommodate the number of tents they wanted to use.
We were making our rounds after dark and a guy waved us down. He pointed to a star and said he and his wife were having a disagreement — was that a star or a satellite? We said it looked like a star to us. He said it looked like a satellite to him. We chuckled as we drove off.
We had people coming in all evening, right up to quitting time. We were about to lock up when a fellow walked up to the gate and said his friend was coming in and was just a mile or so up the road; could we wait to lock the gate? So we were nice guys and didn’t lock the gate. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later a truck pulled in. Followed by another. And another. And another.
About an hour after we locked up and went inside, some morons decided they wanted to have a concert on the lake. They went down to the dock, got in their boat and went out into the lake, just outside the marina boundary and turned their speakers up to full volume. It was unbelievably loud. They danced and sang and drank and floated back and forth across the marina entrance. The sheriff was called. Unfortunately, the night deputy was on the far side of the lake when he got the call. It took him an hour and ten minutes to get here from there. When he got here, he went out in his boat, pulled up to them and turned on his flashing lights. They turned off the music and he had them come back into the dock. He did a field sobriety test and determined that the operator was sober enough to drive. Julie told them to get out of her campground and never come back.
We finally got to bed around 3 am. We heard the next day that a very loud argument had raged in the far end of the campground until around 4 am. Seems a man and his wife were at odds about whether or not an object in the sky was a star or a satellite. Sheesh!!!
Saturday and Sunday evenings were a little quieter. Mainly because it was colder. Down in the thirties. Brrrrr. Today, all the campers checked out, and nobody checked in. The campground is empty. Eerily empty. Except for the 12 deer that came down this evening and grazed on the beach.