cultural differences

Muffin and I walked to the other side of the hill yesterday to further survey the campsite area and beyond.

It was much rowdier than before,  idiots blasting around on ATVs, kicking up dust onto other campsites, semi-drunk, southern rock cranked up, atonal shout-singing.  What the heck happened?

I looked at my watch.  Ahhh, it’s Saturday and the weekender party crowd has arrived.  We’ll stay on our side of the hill for another day.