Memorial Day weekend is upon us. Campers are maniacally pursuing fun. Radios are blaring, not tuned to the same station, iPod, stream. Fully erected tents are being moved from one campsite to another. RVs with slide outs protruding are slowly moving to new locations from erroneously entered sites. Children are frantically riding all kinds of leg powered devices clockwise and counter clockwise throughout the campground with hungry looks in their tired eyes. An episode of domestic violence broke out and was quelled by the rangers. Someone stole a woman's wallet. Someone exploded a shit bomb in a restroom. A camper who is a plumber got locked in an unshit bombed restroom. People are passed out in the sand. Exhausted campers are searching for coffee. Red Bull cans dominate other energy drinks at the trash cans. Two ducklings were rescued and delivered to the kiosk. Lost property is piled up at the kiosk. A homeless lady sitting in a wheelchair covered completely by a blanket is resting or sleeping in the day use area. The fog has thickened and a light mist covers the campground. The weekend is half over.
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