Not a happy camper |

Not a happy camper

We just arrived home after spending nine days at Willow Creek Reservoir campground. We missed the microburst by about 20 minutes.

The weather cleared up for the week with the occasional storm, the flowers were stunning, the wildlife was abundant everywhere you looked. Baby ground squirrels were eating wild rose petals, hummingbirds were rebuilding their nests, osprey were fishing for their young – magical!

Campers were coming and going and were respectful of their surroundings. Then the biggest storm came in, with no warning.

Five SUVs pulled up to the group site. Two dogs jumped out to search their surroundings with no leashes, chasing everything in sight. Watching this, I noticed about 15 children ranging in age from 4 to 13 bounding from the SUVs, yelling, screaming with joy to be at their destination. Parents unpacked their coolers, tents and supplies as the children were exploring the forest down below, running, stomping on the wildflowers sticking sticks in the squirrel’s burrows. All the while there were screaming into walkie-talkies, as the parents were yucking it up with a cooler of fine alcoholic beverages.

We asked them nicely if they would leash their dogs: They refused. Amazing, apparently the rules don’t apply to some people – they must think they are special. As we (other campers) watched this in disbelief for hours, they then set off fireworks – once again a sense of entitlement.

At 7 a.m. the sound of frolicking children filled the forest. I went out armed with my gentle speech about respecting nature and other people’s privacy. The children returned to their campsite for a quiet day until they snuck up the hill to our site and said, “The mean old lady is gone.”

Finally, “PEACE” on Sunday morning! They packed up. Did the children learn anything of vaule? No, their parents failed them.

They did learn that it was OK to terrorize wildlife, to infringe on other people’s privacy, that rules are only for certain people and that “the mean old lady” in their minds will always be mean, not the lover of children, dogs, and nature.

Granby is a magical place. We will be back; hopefully those people will go to Chucky Cheese next time.

Marianne Pollock


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