We just returned from a 3 night camp out on the southern Oregon Coast in a beautiful little spot called Sunset Bay. It was a bit chilly and damp in the evening, but otherwise we had a great time.
Being a people watcher, I was in for a real treat this year. The camp ground is quite compact and allows for little privacy from the neighbors. So, I was able to watch and listen with relish.....
#1 - Campsite C-5 was full of estrogen. Two older women (sisters, friends, lovers?) with five teenage girls. They were quiet, but what amazed me was their ability to pack. When they left, they drove out in two VW Toureg's, looking like they were on a leisurely Sunday drive. Where was their crammed roofrack? Where were the piles of backpacks and pillows in the back windows? I was impressed.
#2 - Campiste C-2 contained a mild-mannered grandfather all alone with his two young grandchildren, ages 5 and 3. I was shocked and impressed that grandpa took the charge of bringing those small kids. (albeit he had a motorhome). But, as dusk fell, I happened to be walking by and saw into the lit up Coach: Two small children gorging themselves on donuts and Fruit Loops while grandpa lay stretched out asleep on the couch.
#3 - Campsite B-27 seemed to be a happy young couple. I didn't pay too much attention because the neighbors trailer blocked most of my view. But Sunday morning, they each carried a bag to the garbage and I heard the man say, "Well, considering we spent the entire weekend camping together, do you think I can have your phone number?" (I thought, "how cute - they must be newlyweds and he's just joking with her.")
The young woman laughed and murmured something incoherent. Then I watched as they each got into their separate cars and drove away. Made me rethink my earlier vision.
#4 - Campsite C-3: A California couple pulled up late Friday evening and unpacked a butt-load of supplies.....tent, table, canopy, clothes line, dog crate (with one horribly noisy little yapper), coolers, camp stove, chairs, and even a rug to lay down in front of the tent. When I returned Saturday from my morning beach walk with the dogs, they were gone....disappeared with all of their stuff. They put in a lot of effort to haul out and set up for one measly night.
#5 - Campsite C-1 contained a family of five. The youngest child was crabby and out of sorts. His mother was freaking out, afraid he was going to trip and fall into the fire during one of his temper tantrums. So, when the dad lit up the lantern Saturday evening, the mom just happened to be in position to make shadow-puppets on the neighbors trailer. When this entranced the youngest child, mom started a show...animating the song, "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" with her shadow fingers. Soon, all three children were transfixed and quickly agreed it was their favorite moment of camping. Who knew I had such a talent?