North Shore Campground, Montana
The next day, our first morning here, someone moved in next door. It was inevitable. A middle aged couple. Loud talkers. But I just had a feeling...not a good one.
I walked back up the camp road and number four looked better with only one possible next door neighbor. So we moved, no big deal, done in a few minutes. I walked back down to our old spot to get my tag off from the numbered post. They already had a generator fired up humming away. At least it wasn’t as bad as the next camper up the line whose generator sounded as if someone had thrown a handful of nuts and bolts into a vegamatic blender.
This site has more jungle for Beans to explore.
My goal is to hold out here through the weekend.
“Good luck with that, fella!”
On a side note, I honestly cannot think back to the last place we stayed at that offered a receptacle for recycling aluminum cans. There may not have been any.