When we started our full time rving, we had not camped for nearly 18 years. A campground is a small town, but a gated community where you can only enter if you are camping there or have a pass to visit someone in the campground.
There are your different cultures--so far: French, British, Oriental cultures, Mexicans, Americans, Canadians, Germans--there are those who are very well off, down to those who are just starting out in life.
Mornings are interesting. Tenters, pop-up campers, and travel trailers without bathroom facilities bring out folks in their pjs. There is an endless variety of pajamas which I would never have imagined. People go to the bath house with their shower kits and come out sparkling clean with wet clinging hair.
Mealtime! The food smells are wonderful. Today, I smelled beef stew. Yesterday, it was vegetable soup from our RV and corn chowder from our neighbors'', RV . We have heard the sizzle of grills and woks. The smells of China and American grilled steak. Before dinner, most people sit out with a glass of wine or a bottle of beer, just relaxing and chatting before dinner. Of course, mornings bring out the bacon and coffee aroma.
Evenings--there are always the glow of campfires and that wonderful smell of wood burning in the fireplace. A night stroll finds a sky with stars that shine like diamonds. I had almost forgotten how wondrous the sky is when it is full of stars. I love evening walks because it is cool in the North and you see people around their campfires or lights from people in their tents, pop ups, trailers, 5th wheels and motor homes, and you are walking in a silent world--no cars, no horns beeping, no loud music, no bright lights, just the silent beauty of nature. tg
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