Who is My Neighbor?
Traveling the country, staying in rustic campsites, we’ve encountered some interesting neighbors.
Since we are quite nomadic, we only get to know most of these people based on brief conversations, vehicles, and memorable mannerisms. But that doesn’t mean we can’t attach names and pretend lives to them.
We had quite the assortment when we spent the night at Makoshika State Park in Montana. We were on a small loop with about 8 spaces. Since we were the first to arrive you might say we were the old-timers. Others we had that night included:
- The Pull-Throughs—they had the only site that was a pull-through. They dropped their camper and left frequently in the truck. They had two large pit-bull type dogs and I’m pretty sure the lady wasn’t wearing a bra.
- The Noseys parked farthest from us. Upon arriving Mrs. N pretended to walk her mop-sized dog around the loop but she was really reading all the registration tags on the posts in front of each site. Periodically she would call out to her husband various tidbits including the fact that everyone was staying only for the one night. Later she used her dog as an excuse to walk around our van scoping it out.
- Short Camper—named because her camper was only about 3 ft tall and did not pop up. Made us claustrophobic to think about it.
- Tent Man was the funniest. He was elderly and walked with a curved spine and yet was camping on the ground in a tent he pitched. I thought he was going to need CPR blowing up the air mattress. Tent Man seemed smitten with Ms. Short Camper because he was constantly at her site talking with her. The next morning she left before us. When we left he was right behind us and even passed us on the park road. When we reached the Ranger Station he was at Ms. Short Camper’s window sweet talking her!
- Finally there was The Loner. We took him to be of American Indian decent; he was traveling in an older model truck with a boat sticking out of the bed. He spent considerable time on his cell phone but was also very friendly and tried to get Annie to like him. He was the first to leave in the morning.
In other places we’ve had a different cast of characters.
- At a KOA we had the Tent Talkers. A group behind us that sat outside their tent and talked late into the night. Beside us in that same camp were the Gardners. We never saw them but they had two large trays of garden plants on their picnic table. I’m talking broccoli and plants like that, some two feet tall.
- In the Badlands there were two families near us. One had a fifth wheel and the other was in a tent with a separate pop-up toilet/privacy tent. Their kids were cute and having the kind of fun kids should have while camping.
- Clemson Dude was near us at Grand Teton National Park. He had just graduated and was tent camping across the country. I told him we were in the white van and he said he wasn’t rich enough to do that! Ha! He was replaced the next night by Tennessee Dude.
People watching is a favorite pastime of ours. It enriches the experience.
Jesus said everyone was your neighbor. As far as I know, He did do a lot of camping so He ought to know.