by TABaker » Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:14 pm
I've camped all my life, but I don't full-time. I'm still a part of the working sector. A couple of summers ago my daughter and I were kind of freaked out at a campground about an hour from home. I stay there a handful of times all year because it's near one of the locations where I can be sent to work. It was the off season, and we were the only campers in the waterfront loop. We'd gone into town to meet a friend, and came back around 9 p.m. The site beside us had a campfire going. No cars. No rig or tent. No chairs. No people. Nothing but a fire.
We assumed some locals had come by and enjoyed a campfire while not intending to camp. No flames, really, just coals at that point. It was just a weird feeling so we went inside instead of starting our own fire.
At the same campground a little later in the season I was in almost the same spot. There was a camper beside me, and some others farther away. I was away for a bit, and when I returned a man in a van had arrived and parked about 3 sites away on the other side of my neighbor. It was mid afternoon, and he mentioned he was staying only one night on his way to another state. We chatted for a bit, which wasn't odd. However, about dark I began to feel a little uneasy. He'd gone into his van and appeared all was dark over there. I went inside to read, and then eventually turned out the lights to sleep. I had my windows open instead of running the AC. My shih tzu began to growl about 30 minutes later. He continued to do so, while looking around the windows and door. I was scared to move, but I did...yanked the windows shut and locked them, and grabbed my pepper spray and Jeep key fob. I also had the ranger's number in my phone. After I closed the windows my dog settled down. I assumed it was only raccoons, anyway, but you never know.
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says, "Oh Crap, She's up!"
Crystal