Last night at 10:15 PM I had a new neighbor running his construction site generator past 10 PM. 10 is way too late, but it is the rule, 10 PM to 7 AM is the quiet period. Rules is rules.
It rained yesterday (and maybe today) so the ground between me and him was muddy. I already had one pair of tractor tread shoes caked with mud and did not want to walk through mud to get to his site. I did not want to be more ‘rude’ than necessary. I shined my flash in the trees and on his rv trying to get his attention. I finally shouted loud as I could to be heard over the thrashing machine “Shut down your generator – it is past 10”. He must have heard me over the gen, (a miracle) because he shut it off. Didn’t yell back. This is why I don’t carry a gun on the road! Or perhaps is the reason I should.
Every weekender camper is a cheap skate that will not spend money for a proper camping generator that one can tolerate. But $50,000 for that dually long bed fifth wheel truck sitting on risers with a power-pack muffler is ok. I think it is like loud truck mufflers, a badge of macho pride that he can run a tv and a light bulb. What ever happened to the beloved Coleman lanterns? Never see them in CGs any more.
I had to walk AtD despite the drizzle yesterday. She had chunks of mud stuck between her wet toes, as I had in my tractor treads. She stood patiently as I cleaned her feet as best I could, removing clods, and when I was finished she promptly stepped off the rug I have outside at the steps back into the mud. Arrrrrgh! Where is that gun?Tags: Camp Heron