Originally Posted by Outdoors4me
Lumatic, I love the tuba! Will you play it for me? Seriously, I had to examine my thinking on this. We happen to have a huge fifth wheel next to us right now. The folks are quiet and respectful and the site is a large paved RV site. I have no problem except my personal irritation at the neon lights on the front of the trailer. But I really don't like when campers park or make ruts on the grass because their rig is too big.
Good discussion here. I don't mean to cause controversy.
Generally speaking here.........A public campground is not a wilderness experience. I have been on both sides of the coin when with some irritation I have an area all to myself and someone moves in right next door. Personally, I try to stop and introduce myself and ask permission. Some people like company, some don't. I generally do (to a limited degree) Back in the so called good old days campers used to welcome camaraderie a whole lot more.
I have a confession. Don't really play tuba, play stringed instruments which is a little quieter. I have had campers come over and complain and then join in. I also have had campers complain about my generator. I first had a contractor generator (I couldn't stand the noise myself) and now have a much quieter inverter. It's one thing to bet set up with the generator in full view, have someone set up next door and then complain, and another to pull into a spot adjoining someone and pull out your genny. Again, I stop first and ask.
The "peace and quiet" of the wilderness is a myth at campgrounds. If that is your goal go boon docking.
I have a big Airstream (also a smaller one). It gives me pause when I am sandwiched between a couple of those big boxes on wheels that dwarfs my rig
and the only time you see who lives in there is when they run out of the monster to jump in their toad or visa versa. They do sometimes provide extra shade though and once I used the side of one of these big rigs for a projection screen for a family slide show. When I was much younger I used to look down my nose at any campers who were not backpackers. Now I have gotten used to my creature comforts,