Originally Posted by CorLynn
I also love people having a good time. When I go to bed and and the party is still rolling next to or by me, I do not care one bit. I will still fall asleep. The one thing that would upset me is people fighting. That is not a pleasant sound.
Yep, this is me as well. Parties are no problem and funny thing is I actually sleep better when there is a lot of noise! I lay awake all night if it's too quiet. Funny thing is I'm very quiet, to the point I rarely speak (I can go months without saying a word, but I have Autism, so that's why.) I generally get along with everybody. I'm quiet, go to bed with the sun, get up with the sun, have a lazy senior dog that never moves let alone barks, I carry poop bags every where, I'm of a religion that disallows smoking and drinking and eating meat, so you don't even find me grilling let alone smoking or drinking. I'm an author so I spend my days writing quietly, and I have Autism so partying is not my thing. It doesn't bother me when other folks do these things (though it does irk me when other folks let their leashless dogs jump on me, I'm an itty bitty disabled older woman with a bad hip and limited mobility and it doesn't take a very big dog to knock me off my feet and if no one is around to help me up, it's a pain trying to get back on my feet). I don't hear too good so I can have pretty loud neighbors and not really notice it, and even if I do notice it, it's not something I care about. When I'm not writing, I'm reading (my MoHo is packed full with 800+ paperbacks!) so I'm usually too lost in my own head to notice what the neighbors are doing anyways.
For the most part, all the campers I've run into are pretty good folks, and I tend to stay in places that have a lot of young families with loud kids in the pool and playgrounds (I like the bustle of kids and dogs bouncing around the place.) And I also like to stay at "Biker Camps" (Bentley's in Arundel, Maine) where every RVer is packing a big old Harley and tend to stay up all night partying. I like high activity campgrounds, and get bored at the ones that are just peaceful and quiet. I guess part of it is, I live alone and need the sight and sound of other people to keep from being lonely.
There have been I think 4 times when I have run into rude campers who had no business being in a campground and ironically, it was the same family each of those 4 times!
The family were friendly enough in the day time, but at night all hell broke lose, with knife fights, and firing shot guns. It was really scary.
They had 2 dogs with no manners - both dogs would run into other campers lots tore up other folks belongings, bite children, beat up other dogs, some of the kids and small dogs got torn up really bad (and the owner of the killer dog just laughed and said "That's what dogs do!").
One night we woke up to the dad and the oldest son (they had 6 kids aged from 23 to 8) were having a fist fight in OUR lot. The dad finally picked up the son and threw him through the windshield of our neighbor's station wagon.
A few days later the same boy was arrested for attacking another camper with a machete.
The dad was a flea market hound and every day would take his truck out to flea markets and come back and literally DUMP the load on other campers lots! They had behind their RV 4 military tents, packed full of flea market finds - full as in every inch right to the ceiling.
The owners of the camp ground tried to get rid of them, and it took firemen to come in and evict them (with the help of police) on grounds of fire safety. When the firemen broke open the bulging military tents there was an out pouring of giant river rats. It required 3 dumpsters to come in and haul out the piles of garbage they had left behind.
Human Services came in and took all the under 18 children and put them into foster care, and the dad escaped arrest. The mom (who was a registered nurse) was arrested because when the police started ripping open the tents, they found trash bags filled with prescription meds that she had been stealing from patients. She had been forging doctor signatures in order to get refills, "for her patients" only she was keeping the refills.
Once the family was finally out the camp ground owners told us the family were actually squatters who had originally come in as visitors to other campers, and had stayed for 6 months without ever once paying any money, and that the owners had been trying to get rid of them, since week one, without success. The owner had been scared to enforce throwing them out sooner, because the teenaged son carried a giant switchblade, the dad had several guns, rifles, shot guns, and their RV was "guared" by not one, but two 6 foot long iguanas.
We were told that campgrounds in the area (Southern Maine) were constantly on the look out for this family (which had a history of sneaking into campgrounds at night and setting up camp in the farthest back lot, than claiming squatters rights and threatening to shoot the owners.) Most camp owners in the area had been hit by this family and they all had stories There are even a few campgrounds which had signs that said: "No Atwaters Allowed" (that was their last name) and they won't admit anyone whose name is Atwater, because usually it was a relative of theirs that would rent for the weekend, "let them visit" and than move out letting them stay in the lot.
They had another trait that really messed things up for those of us that drive older RVs. When they weren't living in campgrounds, they'd boondock. They'd find (steal) old RVs and live in them in local towns on the streets (usually Biddeford). They'd hire a relative to take the RV camp for a weekend, they'd sneak in, move into the RV, the family who paid for the weekend would move out. This family would claim to be the original family, and when they finally did leave they would walk out (climb over the fence) and take absolutely not one thing with them, leaving the old (often no longer running) RV behind, along with piles of trash that were as tall as and stacked over the RV. They did this so many times in so many campgrounds all over York County, Maine, that most campgrounds now have rules saying you can't come in if your RV is over 10 years old!
There are several campgrounds which found them staying in OTHER PEOPLE'S RVs during the winter - they'd rip the locks off the doors and just move in. They targeted camps in Maine that shut down for the winter, but let campers leave their RVs. Camp owners would come back from Florida in the Spring to find piles of garbage (piles as in 8 to 12 feet tall) mounded up around RVs, and RVs broken into, and stuff stolen out of said RVs, and copper pipes cut out of every building on the camp ground (offices etc). Old Orchard Beach was the town hit the worse by this family. One newspaper report estimated that they do over $300,000 in damages each winter, to whatever campground they hit that year. The police (in OOB) started stationing officers that do nothing but go into every campground (there are more than 30 of them in OOB) every night, and check every winter parked RV to make sure the Atwater family hasn't been there.
This family was the only time I have ever run across anything like this before. They were like so far outside of mainstream that it was utterly unbelievable to imagine people like this existed. If I had not been there and seen them doing these things myself, I never would have believed a family with so little regard for anything, could possible exist.
I think it was even more ironic that we ran into this family on 4 separate occasions, once in the 1970s, once in the 1980s, and twice in the 1990s! And at each place, they had done exactly the same thing. Each time we meet them, they were worse than the time previous. The event listed above was them at their worst and was last time we saw them, in 1997. I'm told that this was the first time any campground owner had dared bring in the police before and that it was because he did that anyone was able to finally identify who they were (name-wise).
The dad was in the paper just a couple of weeks ago, for breaking into Ledgewood North (a condominium) in Saco, and is squatting in one of the apartments. Turns out he's in the apartment next door to one of my cousins and she tells me he's guarding the place with a rifle and police are having a hard time getting him out, because apparently he's been squatting in that apartment for more than 4 years now and is claiming an obscure law Maine has known as "Squatters Rights" which says if you've lived there 4 years rent free you don't have to pay rent and can't be kicked out.
I've talked to other people who've dealt with this guy and I'm told he has several mental issues, including schizophrenia, that are the cause of why he acts the way he does, but that he's refusing medical help and Maine laws don't allow for him to be forced to take his meds. So he's still around, still up to his old tricks, just now he's doing it in condos instead of in campgrounds.
All I can say is - OMG! This guy is the freaking extreme of bad camp neighbors! It was just so bizarre.