Gold Supporting Member
- Oct 20, 2014
In general, I feel like humans are genetically hard wired to help each other. But the level of help & care shown at campgrounds never ceased to surprise me. First time trying to fold down the Aliner in snow, we realized we had to get all the snow off or it would slowly melt & slush into the camper. The neighbors offered us brooms & a third one, after watching us struggle a bit to remove it all, came over with a squeegee with a long handle & finished the job for us. Site neighbors have helped me park, offered ideas, loaned us stuff, gave us a delicious pie! The list is endless.My niece and I were talking about how everyone is nice & helpful in the camping world.
Perhaps that’s why even though I’m not a people person, I don’t mind campground life. I go camping for the hiking, boating & riding bikes but I also actually like nearly all the people. I’m not comfortable with kids, usually, but love so much seeing kids in campgrounds playing outside & having a blast. They’re doing things we did when I was growing up in the “go play outside but be home for supper” generation. Free range kids just seem like normal kids to me. That’s how it’s supposed to be as long as they’re not getting into trouble.
What surprises me most is that I leave my comfortable house on 5 acres to go rent a small patch of land on which to park the trailer. And I love it! Love it! Love it!
PS What I really don’t like are ticks. Started a round of doxycycline today. The bullseye rash doesn’t look like I expected.