CHANGING CAMPSITES AGAIN? SERIOUSLY?
Day 66 – Well, last night after dark, the campsite right next to us was occupied by more people that were part of the group around us. Screaming kids exited that car to meet up with screaming kids from the campside across from us (the older couple on the other side of us were either grandma & grandpa, or more realistically, oldest daughter traveling with gramps). For awhile, sleep was out of the question. The thought of what the weekend ahead held for us was not a pleasant thought.
Rob was up a little before 7 a.m. 52 degrees, nice out. The noise from the marauding kids as they chased each other through the campsites had already begun. This did not bode well. He went for a bike ride. At this point I’d thought, oh well, nothing we can do about it, we’ll just have to put up with the noise for several days until time to move on to the Baxter State Park area. But not Rob. He came back to the RV with a possible solution.
Meanwhile, I’d gotten up & dressed, then I heard an altercation between neighboring campers. Seems the kids were noisily running through neighboring campsites early in the morning. I heard someone from two campsites down say to one of the kids, “Do you see this line here; this is the line where our campsite begins & yours ends”, etc., and said child ran & told his mom. The mom marched (yes, she marched – I saw her) over to the “complainers” trailer & knocked on the door, “injured” child watching from their own campsite. I couldn’t here much, they weren’t that close & they were not shouting or anything like that, but I did hear the mother say, “But they’re just kids”. True enough, but where were the parents? (There are, afterall, Group Campsites at all the State Parks, larger areas set aside for groups of people camping together, located away from the regular campground loops, and often near the playgrounds. Just sayin’.)
Rob came back to the RV, me eager to tell him about the “confrontation” with the hopes that the neighbors would keep a better eye on their kids after the complaint; Rob with the plan to tell me how to get out of this situation. Meanwhile, the kids were being continually “shushed” by the parents. The kids ignored the shushing. The parents didn’t want to be bothered.
Anyway, Rob had seen an empty campsite, a non-reservable site, on his bike ride. He’d taken a look at the campsite and what people were camping around it. He said it looked much better than what we’d been stuck with. He’d stopped by the Ranger’s Station and the Ranger had taken his name, said to come back at 11 a.m. (it was currently 9 a.m.), and that she had no idea at that time whether the site was really empty or not.
We went back to the Ranger’s Station at 10:45, after checking out site #32L which, as far as we could tell, was indeed empty. She made us wait until precisely 11 a.m. to tell us that yes, we could move into that site. YAAAA! We packed up the tent and the RV and moved. An hour an a half later, we’d set up at the new site. It was SO much quieter.
Site 32L, Lily Bay State Park, Greenville, ME
Site 32L, Lily Bay State Park, Greenville, ME
Site 32L, Lily Bay State Park, Greenville, ME
We sat out in the screened tent after lunch and had a nice, quiet afternoon. Our new neighbors were quiet (and rather amusing). We were sitting in the tent when we heard the woman in the campsite next to us holler out, “It’s coming back, Colin! Do something.” We looked around for a large wolf or a rabid bear. Colin did not respond. Had Colin run away to hide? Had he been eaten? Then she hollered some more, “Colin, it’s coming after me. It won’t leave.” Eventually he said, “What do you want me to do? Just sit still.” And she shouted, “I don’t want to sit still. The damn chipmunk ain’t leaving me alone, It’s running around my legs. I can’t just sit here.” We were cracking up. Never a dull moment.
The little girl two sites down was well-behaved. Between them & us, no one was camping. All was good. The high today was 77 degrees & mostly sunny. It started raining around 6:30 p.m. It may rain most of the day tomorrow, but you never know – the weather here is quite changeable. If it does rain, we’ll take a drive. If not, maybe more kayaking.