I spent a lot of time hanging out at the campground. The first night I pulled in near sunset and was lucky to find a site due to it being Memorial Day weekend. In the time I was there I occupied four different sites, moving every time a more desireable spot opened up. The first site had too much traffic--pedestrian and vehicle--and was too close to the restrooms, and had little shade. The next site was better, but was right in line of headlights as cars came down the lane at night. The third site was great, except for an infestation of ants, and rude people shortcutting through to the bathrooms--they got a blast of my high-powered flashlight... The last site was as good as they got in this particular campground--shade most of the day, not a convenient cut-through and far enough away from the loud groups to be rather peaceful, plus the added bonus of having a pair of hawks nesting in the cottonwood tree above me.

However, it seems few camping areas are very tent-camper friendly any more. For some reason which is beyond me, it is now the fashion to drive large, gas-sucking behomoths which are named for the things which they destroy. In the morning it is impossible to sleep in because a host of these gargantuans crank up their generators and other peripheral noise-making equipment in order to get through another day of "camping." These people would save money by driving around in the smaller vehicles they tow behind their environmentally-unfriendly titans and staying in hotels or motels, since it seems that's the level of comfort they want anyway.