Heh...kids annoying at campgrounds-
been there done that on all sides...annoying kid, harried parent, boy scout leader,
now genial elder camper suffering patiently...
but reminiscing...good times!
Now I got a dog, my own "menace", while waiting on the grandkids...
Some days I worry I'm turning into Mr Wilson from Dennis the Menace...the cartoon version.
Dennis The Menace – Nostalgia Central
Yet another reason why the CampInn is so invaluable to mental health when you can just hook up and go, to dispersed camp away from crowds, or the little known places with no shore power that you can park the aluminum tent on wheels and zen out...
Or set loose the hounds!
I look out my window today, and witness the beauty that is Gods creation. Wishing for 40 degrees warmer...its 25 now. The trees, rooves, and grassy areas remind me of a powdered donut--- just the lightest bit of powder under a cloudless azure sky. I want to say I'd be out in it, but it's just a little too cold for activities.
I'm Mr Wilson, in my neighborhood, at least for a couple of kiddos that are here. I wish there were more of them. Actually, our neighborhood is mostly older people. One of the kids that does visit periodically is special needs, and while he is a great kid, he doesn't quite understand people and tedious problems. He seems to come around when I'm working on some difficult problem and loves to ask single-word questions. I've tried to answer knowing he had no idea what I was talking about. I try to be as patient as Ol' Mr. White was with me when I was 8. I know I drove him slightly buggy as he was trying to cut his grass.
At the campground, Its rarely the kids I have problems with. Though there are some, who love to shriek and scream bloody murder. What they do that bothers is me is...cheap training wheels. That hollow/hard plastic rolling over small pebbles .... that sound makes my teeth itch, corn hole games with hootin' and hollerin', and bad music over loudspeakers, one thing I will never forgive Elkhart for.
The other thing is people in general who walk through the random campsite (mine) often with their parents taking a shortcut to the showerhouse. This seems to happen a LOT less post-covid.
Speaking of covid, I came down with it last Friday. I'm find, and on the mend. Little hot soup soothes the throat. Still a little fatigued, but I'm probably 90-95% better -- little brain fog yet. 2 years ago exactly at this time, I also had covid. Similar weather too.
Then, I was waiting to head down to a private hideaway campground in Florida. Sadly, it closed its doors a few weeks after we visited --- I loved it. There were only 4 sites, a tikibar-themed communal campfire, and a shower house. quite the place. There are others like it in the area, but they were not as clean and well cared for.
I'll never forget my wife saying "Pig! There's a Pig!" In Florida that can be very dangerous. I hurriedly grab my ... things, expecting a fight and I look in the direction she's pointing at a 300-400 pound female, probably name "Daisy" She just laid down in the driveway for a little bit then headed back home through the brush. I still chuckle about it when I run across thepicture I took.