Got to TCH before lunch Friday. Looked good, only one tent and no-one around. Set up in a nice spot, relaxed over a bit of shine, and had a snooze. Was woken by a ranger puttering through on his bike but he didn't stop or look around much.
By Saturday no-one showed at the other tent so I went and took a look. Oh, What a mess! Some assholes had got themselves drunk, shot up the entire place (signs, hut, bottles etc), crapped wherever they wanted, tried to burn anything and everything, and threw their rubbish everywhere. So that mid-morning I claimed the tent and tidied up as much of the campsite and surrounds as possible (22shorts, 22LR, 410, 12G, 20G, and 223). Did I mention they cut the fence and pulled down fence posts so they could try and drive up the hill. BASTARDS!!
Beyond scoring a new tent I was pleased to see one of the idiots had crapped themselves badly and dumped all of their clothes under a tree
Saturday evening a dozen dudes in 3 4X4s showed up. Stupidly looked for firewood (as if they find anything in a campground) and then took off. Glad they didn't stay.
One other vehicle came in, a nice bloke and his mature sons. They had to do a firewood run before dark but I had a nice chat with them that evening.
Pretty much had the place to myself and the weather was excellent, although a bit chilly overnight.
Got back to Whitfield midday Sunday and the mobile went bezerk with SMS's and missed calls. Office had a bunch of false alarms etc. Oh the joys of civilisation...
