Much to my surprise, I spent just two days at Bald Eagle State Park, a beautiful 5,900 acre spot in north central Pennsylvania. When I arrived early on Sunday, it was packed to the max; but by 2pm it was peaceful, and I enjoyed biking and trail walking and reading by the lake. I thought, I can survive a weekend crowd for 48 hours to have 12 days of this!
Fast forward to Monday night and just a few spots down the road, one guy was "prepping to fish" until midnight and then again at 4am. Across the way, a 3-tent group partied until 2am while their dog barked on and off for no less than 2 hours. Surprisingly, "quiet time" starts at 9pm here, but without enforcement why would anyone adhere to rules? By morning I was exhausted and got into it with a toxic person who made me feel unsafe and truly unhappy. So I packed, reported to the office, and was thankfully on my way to a friend's house one week early. Bad behavior wins, and I'm losing my sense of humor.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover