I might wander a but on this post so bear with me. We left Memphis about noon and headed to Meeman Shelby Forest State Park which is only about a half an hour from my house and got there in time to have some pork tenderloin sandwiches which had been grilled a couple of nights ago. It was amazing with horseradish sauce and sandwich thins, along with a simple salad of avocado and heirloom tomatoes with balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
The park itself is really pretty with a bit of gentle rolling hills within a forest with hiking and biking trails. All campsites have electrical, water, grills and fire pits. Our original site was #5 which we felt was too close to the entrance and smallish as far as the camping area goes. So we went back to the office and asked for #25 which was in a cul de sac with a large grassy area behind the paved campsite for Van Morrison. The only campers close to us were a quiet couple in a small tent. Little did we know that this was about to change . . .
Our view behind Van Morrison
We popped the top, and began our setting up camp procedure, and were getting a fire going to cook some brats, when a huge pickup truck pulling a trailer parked in between us and the tent campers. The man got out with a kid around 7 years old and began setting up his trailer using a very loud drill. Throughout the night a series of trucks came and went, with various kids and adults yelling, driving trucks back and forth, and eventually climbing and breaking a small tree in half, to which the dad said, ” I’m proud of YOU!” This was the final straw for me, and was restrained by my boyfriend from going over there.
We fantasized of ways to get rid of rednecks who don’t have any self-awareness or volume modulation. Our final solution chosen from various scenarios including revenge and pretending to be Hare Krishnas, was to have a sign like my friend Shawn has, that says: “BE GAY AND STAY,” blare Madonna and Lady GaGa, and have a gay dance party which would hopefully run off any rednecks and fundamentalists in the area.
Well, of course we didn’t do any of those things.
We ate grilled brats and Sweet Potato Salad with Chili-Lime Vinaigrette, and spent the night.
The next morning we had a breakfast of scrambled eggs with cheddar, brats, fresh tomato, avocado, red pepper and green onion salsa, and toast with huckleberry jam.
Moral of the story: if you want to avoid big crowds, stay away from the larger campsites and pick a small one that will accommodate the van or a tent only. Or maybe camp on a Sunday. Or get that sign.