I was "camping" today with Jill and her parents in a Winnebago at a campground with fresh water, toilets, showers, and a general store and diner all within walking distance. But I got a sunburn, so fuck you, I was camping.
Within a couple hours of arriving, Jill's son was pulled over by the park cops for riding his little lawn-mower-engine-having scooter with no helmet and no safety certification, and apparently that crappy little scooter is considered an atv and isn't allowed in the campground anyway. Soon after the same cops talked to Jill's father down at the dock, and he didn't have proof of registration or insurance on him. Later, we were admonished for having my dog off her leash.
Later still, we discovered that we had, with no malicious intent, broken several other minor rules.
So, if you're camping this summer and you wonder why there are so many bullshit rules you have to follow, it's because of people like us. We're the fuckers who ruined your vacation.
Sorry about that.
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