Spent the weekend at Punderson State Park campground. It was a short trip, with most of the party going to a graduation party, so not much use of the park facilities.
Sparky had to be put in the camper a few times, and watch the fun from the window. He doesn’t like the term, “over-stimulated” because it makes him sound like a spaz. Sparky can be enthusiastic when he sees other dogs. Also, a female dog in our party was kind of rapey, so they’d mix it up. Sparky is never a threat or vicious, but the barking and leash-pulling doesn’t reflect well on either of us.
There were many tent campers in RV spaces. Since tents aren’t pitched on the asphalt for an RV, the occupants feel that any grass is fair game. When I arrived, there was a tent pitched two feet from my camper.
I don’t know what the protocol is or should be, but maybe pitch the tent behind where the RV would be. The tent campers probably arrived mid-week, so the park seemed like their domain. One tent was pitched 10 feet from the door to the restroom.
My neighbors asked if I wanted them to move their tent. It was a pretty elaborate tent, so asking was a nice gesture, but I’m not going to press my land rights. Someone else may have. I did leave my air conditioning on all the time and hope my water pump was irritating to them. That’s passive-aggressive, and I’m not proud of that, but there we are.
One consolation is that it was wicked hot.
