One thing I find hard about RV life is how little privacy we get in RV parks. There does seem to be an unspoken rule that every RV pad is its own bubble, giving an illusion of privacy, but it’s just that, an illusion. That said, until Saturday, I felt that I had a pretty good spot here at Pacific Border. The owners of the rig on my passenger side haven’t been here, I have a forest behind me, and there has been no one on my driver’s side. Then this huge class A backed in next to me. The view from my study went from being one of grass to one of fiberglass, but I sucked it up. C’est la vie in RV parks, after all. But last night, around 9:30, they started to blast music. Then they ran their generator until almost 11pm. I am not kidding. They must be the most self-centred people in the universe because for not being able to realise that loud music and generator noise at that hour is unacceptable! The kicker is that after they turned on the generator, they left! I think their generator might have had a timer or something because it turned off before they roared into their site around 1AM.

Needless to say, I was not bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at work this morning. 🙁