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We got back in earlier than I imagined, the trip was okay-I have to say, I was prepared for...something more.  

Anyway, it took 7 hours to get to the state park, engine light stayed off the whole drive.  We got into the yurt, which was cool-but hot.  Oh man, it was stifling.  We opened the windows and doors and got all set up, had dinner from the cooler and ended up borrowing the bathroom fan from the park host.  That helped a lot, but we were still laying on the sheets, sweating and pretty miserable.  

Quiet hour came and went-both neighbors were watching/listening to the NASCAR race, so we were patient while yurt 6 talked loudly and yurt 4 had a dozen kids running around yelling until after 11.  I spoke with 6 about shutting up-with the windows open and the yurts 20 feet apart, we could hear every word-and smell EVERY cigarette he lit, which was a couple packs overnight.  He said he'd be quiet.

After the race, they turned the radio UP and broke out the second cooler and got real drunk.  After another round of me talking to him, Matt called the cops.  We tried knocking on the camper door of the campground hosts, tried all the state park numbers-even the emergency numbers posted at the bathhouse.  One was busy and one never picked up.  He started calling local police stations and got one answer to and they directed us to the wrong county sheriff's office.  Finally got the right one and a deputy came by after 1 and sent the guy to bed.

There were signs ALL over the park saying no intoxicants allowed and here was a guy so drunk he could not stand up straight screaming his conversations and occasionally yelling woooo-wooooooo even in the middle of his own sentences who had a wife and young daughter who were actually encouraging his distance while he was pissing off the back porch of the yurt and if he called tomorrow for a reservation, they would give him one.  NO repercussions.  Not even the cop did anything more than get him to go inside and be quiet, which was a minor miracle, but honestly-no patrol after 10, no answer at a CAMPER door-where were they exactly, in a 15 foot camper that they could not hear me pounding?  I am waiting to cool down before I call the park headquarters because right now, I would yell. 

The rest of the trip was fine, #4 was dead quiet the second night and the new people in #6 did not even make the gravel crunch when they walked. 

I was just tagging this post.  I can't believe I didn't already have an 'idiot' tag.