Sunday Morning...the Party's Over
Sunday morning's entertainment is watching the campers get ready to go home after a weekend party. Life here at Vail Lake has a rhythm. It's real quiet during the week. Friday, about noon, the weekenders start to pour in. Often times there is a group coming in for some kind of celebration. If we're lucky we don't wind up in the middle of that group!
Friday nights there's kind of a wild frenzy to the partying and people don't quiet down until 11 pm or later. This weekend we had a family next door--grandparents, kids and grandkids including a toddler and tiny baby. They had a small motorhome and tent. We hadn't heard temper tantrums and baby crying for a long time...got our fill this weekend!
Saturday night the celebrations quiet down earlier...the campers are pooped out after all their play like riding 4-wheel vehicles around and around the circle, playing bocci ball and drinking, swimming or playing mini golf. Last night we had a campfire and could hear, on the campground below us, a birthday celebration...if they could have heard themselves they'd never sing again!
For the most part, the campers are just having great fun. We've certainly contributed our share of noise and hoopla to campgrounds over the years.
This morning we watched a guy park his car on the grass in front of us, open and close his radiator cap a few times, search under the hood for something and then get in his car. He was wearing socks which he got muddy so he took the socks off to get in the car. In the process he got his feet muddy. So he walked to the restroom to wash his feet, walked back to the car barefoot and realized his feet were dirty again! Must have been a BAAAD hangover.
Sunday morning is dog and kid walking...getting that last bit of campground experience. Today we watched a group of kids and moms stop to chat and all the while they're talking they are unconsciously untaggling the dogs who keep jumping on each other and barking. The toddlers wander off and have to be captured by the scruff of the neck ...and all the while the moms keep talking.
The people next door were washing off their cooking utensils at the outside water faucet..a campground no no. Then the dad comes out and washes the sewer hose with the drinking water hose...another no no. Finally they started to leave, started the car and motorhome, pulled out a bit, stopped and did something, tried again to leave. After a few tries they got it almost all together and left...with their TV antenna still up. Ooops! Guess it was payback for dirtying up the campground with their dishwater.
Guess we are just two old busybodies watching our neighbors...but that's half the fun of our lifestyle. You never know what you'll see or who you'll meet!