We arrived in a small town before Dillon and looked for a campground. We found two so called "campgrounds", the first with no shade and the second was a scene straight out of deliverance. The road to the camping left from behind the bar and was rough. Martine and Sylvie waited behind while Lily and I went forth. We found, among the buzzing mosquitoes, rusty trailers appearing from behind smokey fires. There was a darkness from the tree canopy and smoke even though it was midday. We heard a man cursing as he tried to tie a fishing fly and two patches of dorito vomit in the middle of the road. We turned around. When we met the others, Lily declared that "I think this campsite is full". Needless to say we went to the other campground and found shade behind a garden shed and some friendly company.
Note: all the campground thus far have been amazing. This is the one notable exception.
Andy
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