Well, it’s been a hot minute since I posted anything or more like maybe hot years, but for some reason, the universe has decided that possibly I need to start blogging again or at least write when crazy shit happens.
So here we are, because crazy.
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you know that I’m a pretty avid camper, I camp more than pretty much anybody I know, except this year. This year I have now been a grand total of two times. Sometimes life just gets in the way and you don’t get to do the fun stuff as much as you want. Which brings me to this weekend.
I also sort of have a rule to not camp on the long weekends because there’s just too many people and I just don’t. This weekend I took four days off and I thought what the heck I’m going for it. I got lucky on Friday morning and found a spot in my usual campsite in Roberts Creek. It’s my favourite spot in the whole campsite and I was super stoked to have four whole days to camp.
Two campsites down from where I am there is an old very moldy, smelling motorhome, parked with a couple of motorcycles that are actually parked in the campsite. I drove by and wondered what the heck is going on there? Most people park their motorhome in the campsite on flat ground so they’re not sleeping on a hill. This was not the case in this situation.
So that night I go to bed at about 9:30 and I’m watching a movie on my computer when I hear someone talking on the phone. I turned my computer off and it sounds like the person is standing in my campsite, my outside light on the camper goes bright when somebody stands in the line of it, I am like what the actual hell??? At this point I look out the window and there is a guy walking out of my campsite. I double check where my bear spray is, open the door and I was ready confront the guy and say what are you doing in my campsite, but he was long gone. I don’t think this had anything to do with the gentleman in the motorhome by the way, it was just another weird ass thing to make me go hmmm… I mean if you’re checking out someone’s campsite to rip things off, first off you’re in the wrong campsite because I don’t leave anything out and second off get off your phone so the person doesn’t effing hear you….
The Police showed up and there were three police cars with five policeman, it took them about half an hour to get him out of the motorhome. They were pulling things out of the motorhome and throwing it on the ground, I’m assuming to try and get at him, but he was on the bunk on top of the motorhome, and had apparently kicked out one of the windows with his barefoot with a cop standing with a taser ready to go right under the window. He eventually gave up and just came out the door, they handcuffed him and off they went.
I have pictures of all the garbage that the police pulled out of the motorhome trying to get him out which by the way they just left on the ground with the door wide open. I was going to be a good Samaritan and go and close the door, but there was so many flies flying around all the garbage, and the smell was more than I could handle even from the road that I just couldn’t do it. The neighbour down the road drove by and he jumped out and did it on his way by. The man has more balls than I do obviously.


At this point, I’m thinking cool. I’m gonna have a quiet day. There’s not gonna be any more crazy and maybe I can just enjoy the rest of my time here. It was quiet for about three hours and then he came back.
He seemed to be fairly calm at first, and I thought maybe he had just needed to be back on his meds or something, I mean, why would they let him out in the state he had gone in… but sure enough about four hours later he was what I believed to be crying like I’ve never heard a man cry before. I don’t even understand how he could’ve been let out being in that state of mind. But at this point, I’m just done…
I packed up my stuff and came home… a bizarre end to a bizarre weekend. I’m sad that things have come to the point in our world where they let someone out who needs help in a really obvious situation and doesn’t get it.
I’m sad that I got ripped off a day camping. But also I have now reinforced the fact that camping on a long weekend is a really bad idea…



