Yankee Meadows is a popular spot. It's lovely to look at, the weather is perfect, and there's a reservoir within a mile. The US Forest Service has marked several spots where you can camp for free. So we had our fingers crossed that we would find a spot on a Friday night.
We drove through the left side off the dirt road, and found one camp site that was severely off-level for our camper. So we went to the right side of the road. Toward the end of the camping lane, we came up to another truck coming toward us, between two empty camp spots. The charming young man explained that these seem to be the last two left... which would be easier for us with our little trailer? What a wonderful, considerate thing to do!!! We picked site 13, and they took site 12.
We backed our little trailer into the site. We waved at a woman in the distance near a red vehicle parked near the creek, and went about the business of leveling and stabilizing the trailer.... blocks under one side, disconnect from the truck, level it front to back, stabilizing jacks, awning out... you get the idea. This took us about 25 minutes or so. Paul got into the truck to move it to the side of the trailer and I started cooking us some dinner. It was at this point that the red-car-woman shouts, "You can't stay there - you're blocking my driveway!" I came out of the trailer and just returned Paul's puzzled expression. The red car was parked behind the campsite next to the one we were in. Huh??? Then she shouted, "I'm in site 13. It goes all the way back in here." WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SHE SAY SOMETHING HALF AN HOUR AGO?
So we undid everything we'd done and went to the seriously unlevel space on the other side of the road. But really, folks...
WHY CAN'T WE ALL BE MORE CONSIDERATE OF EACH OTHER?