Thursday, April 26, 2012

Outraged Over My Campsite Being Searched Again

Hunting Island Campground, South Carolina, photo by DearMissMermaid.com




I am careful to abide by all the rules. But still they show up. Then they thoroughly search my campsite. It's annoying. I've done nothing wrong. Not breaking any laws here, just peacefully camping with my puppy dog and a few friends are  visiting off and on.  But search it they do  and with their grimy hands. 


Every day.  


Every night. Is this harassment?


What are they looking for?  I ask them, but they refuse to tell me. I like to be outdoors, so I have awning, chairs, table, rug, set up, plus the picnic table is here. I am working on various projects, so much of that is scattered on my table, as I plod forward. 


We went to the beach, then came back to find them searching my campsite again. They have even woken me up in the dead of night because they were making such a ruckus searching my camp outside. In the dark! What an outrage!  Harley barks at them ferociously.  I ask them to leave. They ignore us. 


I draw the line, refusing to let them inside and I lock my door when we go to the beach. Legally, nothing they can do about that. But still they inspect every square inch of my outdoor camp and have crawled under my motorhome several times checking up under there for gawd-knows-what. 


Are they confusing me with a known smuggler?  


Afterwards the buggers even had the nerve to wash their filthy hands in my dog's outdoor water dish. It's an old stainless steel cooking pan. It's heavy enough the dog doesn't drag it away, the winds can't blow it into another camp site. I fill it to the top with fresh water every day. Now the search party washed their dirty hands in it after crawling under my motorhome to search.  How tacky is that?


Tsk tsk tsk.  Is that not rude or what?  Some say I should just pack up and leave, but why?  The campground won't refund my money if I leave, I've done nothing wrong. I just want to peaceably live my life. 


Today I noticed they busted up some plastic Easter eggs. I had saved them to give to my luncheon guest yesterday. He opened them, then ate the candy. He closed them back up, setting them on the outdoor table. The search party, while trying to open the eggs to see what I might be hiding in there, simply broke them into  jagged pieces. 


Then for good measure, they knocked everything off my outdoor table. Is that not spiteful or what?  Here I am a law abiding citizen, just camping out near the beach, trying to have a little fun. 


Next they opened up the outdoor coffee can I use for small bits of garbage. I bet they were surprised!  It mostly contained cigarette butts, shrimp peelings and doggy poop baggies. Used doggy poop baggies. Ha ha!  I saw their noses wrinkle up in disgust at  the unpleasant aroma of those three combined. So they scattered the contents across the campsite. I had to pick up the mess. I surely didn't want them writing me tickets for littering. 


It's not just me getting the special treatment. Finally I met some other campers who complained they too were the subject of frequent searches, with the search party making a huge mess of their camp too. 


One camper said, they opened up his cooler and confiscated all his food while he was at the beach. Now they have nothing to eat until they travel 20 miles back back to the closest grocery store. 


Today when they showed up, I got out my camera and started snapping pictures of them but this time, they ran off, as if my camera was the very devil. But I still got a good picture of one of them, even though he is wearing a mask. I guess they don't want to be identified.  


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Racoons at Hunting Island State Park in South Carolina by dearmissmermaid.com

6 comments:

  1. I don't always see photos in blogger - the comment on the mask is a dead giveaway though. Good blog!

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  2. As cute as those little critters are, they sure can wreak a lot of havoc! Funny Blog!

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  3. Ha, I knew you were talking about coons!! 8-}

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  4. Hilarious! My mom actually snatched a sausage from one that was sitting in her ice chest!

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  5. I enjoy reading your blog! Thank you.
    Geotraveler

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