It was a beautiful spring weekend in1998 and we were camped in a park east os Sarasota, Florida. I had asked several friends to a “cocktail” party at our camp site. The party was spectacular, good food , good drinks (BYOB) and great company. Late in the evening after an excursion to St. Armands Square and a wonderful Spanish dinner, we retuned tio the campground. It had started to sprinkle so most people pulled up stakes and headed for a motel.
Since I was in a Roadtrek, snug and dry, I stayed in the campground.
As it happened there were tent campers next to me. they set up camp started the grill and settled down to cook steaks. As time went on the rain increased so the tenters retreated to their car where they could keep an eye on their steak.
All at once a huge buzzard swooped down and snatched that lucious steak right off the grill! Off he went never to be seen again.
Later on that night after the hungry campers had settled down and I was sound asleep, I woke up to a commotion. I looked out and Lo an behold the river had over flowed completely flooding the campground with about two feet of water. The tenters were wading around trying to take down their tent and throw it soggy and dirty into their small car. The language was not fit for polite consumption…to say the least.
I’ll bet they never went camping again!
Submitted by Marge Whitfield of Whidbey Island, WA as a part of the RV Centennial Celebration “Share Your Favorite RV Memory” contest.
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