The highly intoxicated man inside this beat-up tent who belongs to that pile of stuff cost us half a nights sleep. in brief, we rumbled into the campsite at 12:30 am.... hammered. he couldn't get the lock off his tent so he dragged it around the campground and threw it a few times, the whole time yelling "sheyba!!!". He crashed into our tent a number of times as well. After 45 minutes of this crap myself and another camper got up and atempted to help him out. we made up his tent, dumped all his crap out and tried to push him in it.... didn't really work. he the wandered around for another hour constanlty trying to get into our tent. Eventually he laid down.... only to have his cell phone ring repeatedly. then the puking started and came with a fury! At this point (4 am) Heather and i got up and moved the tent across the campground.

2 lessons were learned.... Move the tent immediatly, and call the police immediatly. next time we won't be so nice. We did get a little revenge watching him whipe beet red puke off everything he owned the next morning!